requests are open, although it may take some time to publish!
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golden trio era
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DRACO MALFOY
— what you do to me
Ever since the beginning of your fifth year, Draco became unpleasant towards you, and you’re determined to find out why.
— stay with me
Y/N and Draco are the best of friends. When Y/N hears news that will change her life, it’s up to him to help save her from her grief.
— secret admirer
You had always admired Draco from afar, making his behaviour especially worrying during your sixth year. Thankfully, your concern made you arrive at just the right moment.
— petty rivals
You and Draco hate each other, always competing in sports and academics. An injury to your head might just be enough for him to put aside their petty rivalry.
— first impressions
When the new girl Y/N arrives at Hogwarts, Draco finds it hard to nail the first or second impression. Perhaps another do-over is all he needs.
— hopeless romantics
After a near-death Quidditch incident, Draco becomes the target of some juvenile teasing, leaving the formerly unconscious Y/N terribly confused. (Sequel to Petty Rivals)
— jealousy
While Y/N seeks advice from Cedric on how to confess, Draco feels unnerved by their apparent budding romance.
FRED WEASLEY
— conditions attached
After you get tired of Fred targeting you in all of his pranks, he offers a bet to possibly put an end to it. Alas, all deals come with conditions attached.
— surprise me
After years of Fred crushing on Y/N, he finally builds the courage to ask her to the Yule Ball (with the help of peer pressure).
GEORGE WEASLEY
— cherry lollipop
After hiding from society in fear of the reputation Slytherins have, Y/N is forced to finally talk to her not-so former Hogwarts crush.
HARRY POTTER
— all that matters
Harry and Y/N have been secretly dating for the past year. Unfortunately, the reveal doesn’t exactly go as planned.
RON WEASLEY
— treat you better
After hearing about how miserable you are in your relationship, Ron is determined to win your heart and treat you better than Cedric does.
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marauders era
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SIRIUS BLACK
— couldn’t be happier
Sirius insists he couldn’t be happier for his best friends. But why are there tears trickling down his cheek?
REMUS LUPIN
— couldn’t be happier
Sirius insists he couldn’t be happier for his best friends. But why are there tears trickling down his cheek?
hi everyone, apologies for another long hiatus. i've decided im gonna write only when inspiration strikes, so be it hours or years later. and fortunately, i happen to be very inspired right now, so expect a part 2 of treat you better coming sometime this upcoming week!
as a teaser, here's the first line! don't wanna reveal too much, but that should give you an indicator of where this is gonna go haha.
That night, your dreams were haunted by ginger and freckles.
ive been meaning to post a ron weasley one shot for the longest time, and i finally did! i really hope yall enjoy treat you better, it made me squeal quite a bit while writing it.
also please let me know if you want to see a part 2 because i see a lot of potential for this one and who knows, it could be fun expanding on this idea!
Summary: After hearing about how miserable you are in your relationship, Ron is determined to win your heart and treat you better than Cedric does.
Word Count: 3.8k
Warnings: Some angst, slight Cedric Diggory x Gryffindor!Reader but not in a good way
a/n — Apologies for how long this took, but I feel really proud of this one so I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!
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Ron had been enthralled with you for as long as he could remember.
Although in his defense, it was difficult not to. You had always been well known amongst the house for how easily you got alone with everyone; after all, you were perfectly noble and amiable, exactly what a Gryffindor strives to be. It didn’t help that you were also dating Cedric Diggory, the Hogwarts Champion nearly every student admired. It was hardly a surprise when Ron admitted to his friends that he had been crushing on you for a while now.
Though of course, you didn’t always fit this mould of perfection others had imposed on you. This night happened to be one of those moments.
After Harry had succeeded in his first task of retrieving a golden egg, the house erupted into celebration almost instantly. Drinks began piling onto the tables while all the Gryffindors congregated in the common room, partying gleefully with their immense amount of collective pride.
While Harry stayed near the center, receiving praise from many of his housemates, Ron sat in the sidelines, observing as you chugged an unhealthy amount of firewhisky. You were never much of a drinker, which raised several alarm bells in his mind. Still, he didn’t consider himself close enough with you to comment on your tendencies, so he settled on talking to Harry instead.
However, early into the conversation, you staggered over to the pair with droopy eyelids and a bottle clenched tightly. Placing a hand on Ron’s shoulder to stabilize yourself, you looked towards Harry with a drunken grin.
“Harry!” you drawled in a volume louder than any of you anticipated. “Congrats on getting the egg! It’s a rather odd egg, isn’t it? My theory—now listen closely, I put a lot of thought into this during my last bathroom trip—is that the dragons birthed those eggs. Crazy, I know, but that explains their protectiveness, right? Of course, I don’t know whether dragon eggs are traditionally covered in gold-”
“Thanks, Y/N!” Harry cut off your ramble, throwing a thumbs up while you giggled aimlessly at the gesture.
Meanwhile, Ron kept staring at your hand still laid upon his shoulder. This was the first time he had physical contact with you. Although you were friendly with the Golden Trio, having quite a bit of classes together being in the same house and year, you were never anything beyond an acquaintance. The most Ron could expect was a grin from time to time or the occasional question about homework, but none of those seemed to compare to the sensation he felt at that moment.
“Pardon me, I’ve had a bit to drink. I better get going, but you two have fun tonight, okay?” you slurred, the wide grin still etched onto your face.
Harry nodded and began conversing with another person nearby, but the instant you released your hand from Ron’s shoulder and turned to walk away, you stumbled forwards in a drunken haze. Ron was quick to grab your waist and raise you back up with a slight twirl, although not without his face turning crimson at the realization of your proximity. Both of your eyes widened for a moment before Ron retracted his arm and diverted his stare.
Clearing his throat, he began speaking without meeting your gaze. “Do you need help? Getting to your dorm, I mean. I don’t want to sound creepy, of course—you just look a bit rough,” Ron smacked his forehead, “I mean, not rough, but respectfully, I don’t think you can make it up the stairs alone.”
You had a blank look on your face. “Huh?”
Ron turned towards you with a deep breath and spoke again, this time in a slower pace. “Do you want me to help you to your room?”
“Oh yeah, I would like that,” you smiled gently. At the sight, Ron found himself reminded of why he admired you so deeply.
Hesitantly, Ron wrapped his arm around your waist while you lazily slung yours around his neck. His brain went into overdrive by the position but he trudged along anyways, supporting your body as he navigated towards the girl’s dormitory. Upon entering, he wasn’t surprised to see it empty; practically every Gryffindor was downstairs celebrating.
After being pointed to your bed, Ron guided your figure as you sat down on it. He helped as you took off your robe and slipped out of your shoes. You appeared half asleep by that point, eyelids struggling to remain open as your movements became more prolonged and less precise. Ron found the sight to be incredibly endearing.
Right as the boy stood up and turned on his heels to exit, you abruptly croaked a sentence which made him pause in his tracks. “I’m miserable.”
Ron knew you were drunk. He knew that this was not something you would have divulged if not for your weakened state. But still, he couldn’t help himself from wondering what you meant, wondering what could possibly render you miserable. He recalled the saying, curiosity killed the cat...
“How so?”
...but satisfaction brought it back.
“Everything, I guess. But especially Cedric,” you groaned, laying down on your bed then turning to face Ron. He shot you an inquisitive look, prompting you to continue.
“It’s so exhausting having to compete for his notice all the time. I knew what I was getting into by dating the Hogwarts champion with lots of people giving him attention and all, but Merlin I did not expect him to be returning all the attention as well. He hardly has any time to ask me about my day because he’s always busy with random people asking about his.”
Ron was thoroughly puzzled by your rant. He saw what everybody else saw—a perfect relationship. You two were largely considered to be the power couple of the school, so all of this came as a shock to him.
“I never realized how all that attention on him could affect you...” Ron mumbled with empathy. You rolled your eyes in response.
“It’s him who’s the problem,” you snorted. “I wouldn’t have minded the attention on him if he could still give some to me, you know? But no, I have to fight for it like everyone else, and each day is a losing battle.”
You took a deep exhale before rolling onto your back, staring at the ceiling with frustration etched in your brow. Ron took a step closer to you before kneeling down to the side of your bed.
Perhaps it was because he knew you wouldn’t remember this encounter the next morning, but his usual inhibitions were not present at that dormitory. Ron brushed a stray hair aside from your face and cupped it gently with his hand as you turned your head to face him. He held your gaze for a moment before mumbling, “You deserve better than that. Better than him.”
You sighed once again, slightly shaking your head. “I don’t know, maybe I’m just being insecure.”
Ron frowned at your dejection, although before he could argue against it, your eyelids began to flutter and you fell into a deep slumber. An air of tranquility washed over your face, unlike the melancholy plaguing your features just before. He was in awe studying the nuances of your expression up close.
Before he made his exit, Ron tugged your blanket over your body and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Now aware of your unhappiness, he was determined to do everything in his power to steal your affection; to treat you better than Cedric did.
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That night, Ron couldn’t sleep.
Instead, he found himself staring at the ceiling of his dormitory, sounds of Neville’s alarmingly loud snoring filling his ears. After leaving your side, he couldn’t find it in himself to return back to the party. Your words kept racing through his mind, and the sight of your frustration replayed in his head like a broken record.
That night, all he could think about was you. And how to win your heart, of course.
Although by the time it was morning, all he achieved was memorizing the glistening shade of your irises under the faint moonlight and a measly hour of sleep. He woke up with no idea of how to measure up to Cedric, or exceed him in whatever quality you were attracted to. He wasn’t just a tired, lovestruck mess; he was a tired, lovestruck mess without a game plan, which he thought to be objectively worse.
“You look horrible, mate,” Harry interrupted his brooding, abruptly pulling open the curtains. Ron grimaced at the brightness before sitting up with a groan, running his fingers through his disheveled ginger hair. He briefly caught sight of his appearance in the mirror as he stood, and at that moment he understood precisely what Harry meant.
Ron lazily threw a middle finger at his friend before trudging to the bathroom to freshen up. He was thankful he didn’t drink the night before, because when he entered the common room, nearly half of the Gryffindors looked and felt like pure shit. Ron was glad to see that his eye bags and shaggy hair seemed put together in comparison.
Amongst the growing crowd of sluggish students leaving the common room, Ron struggled to spot your frame. However, when he reached the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall and heard your delightful laugh from across the hall, his gaze stopped its search and froze at his plate. He ate his breakfast with a sense of dejection, no longer desiring to see your face.
Because he knew it’ll be right next to Cedric’s.
“You alright Ron?” Hermione asked, taking a seat next to the moping boy. She turned to him with a concerned expression as Ron shot an assuring smile.
“I’m great!” he exclaimed, eating his toast with more vigour. “Just a bit tired from the party, that’s all.”
Hermione grinned in response and resumed eating her meal while Harry took a seat on the opposite side of Ron. He stared at the ginger with a peculiar look, evoking a nervous gulp from his friend.
“You know, it’s funny you say that, considering you left early,” Harry pointed out, his curious gaze still locked on the boy. Ron’s eyes briefly widened before he waved his hands in disbelief. He was sure nobody would notice his absence, but apparently not Harry.
Swallowing his food, Ron was quick to counter. “No way! I might’ve left before some people but trust me, I stayed quite late.”
After raising an eyebrow in suspicion, Harry dropped the topic and took a bite of his eggs. The trio continued eating and speculating about the egg until it was just before time for their first class, History of Magic. Because it was a required subject, they shared this class with the other Gryffindors in their year, which happened to include you. For some reason, Ron found himself scared to approach you after last night.
However, the prospect of you having no recollection of the drunk encounter assured him to a slight degree while he walked to class early with Harry and Hermione. Perhaps it won’t be awkward one bit, and nothing had even changed in the dynamic. You would go back to never speaking to Ron Weasley, and balance would be restored.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Ron soon released his naive thinking when he felt a soft hand grasp his wrist and drag him to the courtyard. Eyes enlarged in surprise, he looked towards the perpetrator. He was met with the back of your hair which he had memorized the appearance of so long ago, having stared at those same locks from the back of class every year.
When you two reached a secluded corner in the emptying courtyard, you released his arm and faced him with a serious expression. Ron nearly zoned out examining your features up close.
“What did I tell you?” you interrogated without breaking your intense stare. Ron snapped back to reality with your sharp tone, rubbing his neck awkwardly.
“What do you mean?” Ron stuttered, only to earn a frustrated sigh.
“Don’t play dumb. I remember what happened last night up until when I laid down. And I recall saying something,” you paused, collecting your breath, “that I shouldn’t have right before I did. Tell me what I said after that.”
Although you tried your hardest to look intimidating, Ron found your attempt to be awfully endearing. Still, he could see the nervousness flickering in your gaze, and the last thing he would want is to prolong that anxiety with vagueness.
“You told me about Cedric, and how shitty of a boyfriend he is.”
Maybe he shouldn’t have been so blunt, but Ron was feeling especially bold in that moment.
You flushed at the revelation, and suddenly, your harsh demeanour began crumbling down. Your hand flew to cover Ron’s mouth as you diverted your gaze to scan for any passersby. Once you were assured nobody heard, you snapped your head towards him with an angry look, feeling his smirk against your palm.
"Do not tell a single soul what I told you, got it?” you muttered under your breath with a tone sounding more desperate than threatening. Ron gently clasped your wrist and removed the hand covering his mouth.
“Was it true?”
“Just don’t tell anyone-”
“Was it true what you said to me last night? Is that how you’re feeling?”
You began fidgeting in your position, seemingly more interested by the grass than the person right in front of you. It seemed like the positions were switched from the beginning. Now, you found yourself being the one stuttering under his scrutiny.
With a sharp inhale, you glanced up and met his stare with one equally as sharp. “I don’t see how my relationship is any of your business.”
Ron’s eyes softened for a moment as he scanned your face. He noticed the subtle cracks in your hardened expression. The corners of your lips curved downwards ever so slightly—almost imperceivable if not for his memorization of your features. He could sense a faint teary glint in your eyes, one that he doesn’t usually detect. Ron found reading the subtleties of your countenance to be second nature for him.
Repeating the words from the night before, he whispered gently, “You deserve better than that.”
The former cracks in your expression took over your features as Ron saw the same unhappy girl he did in that dormitory. You couldn’t bring yourself to respond, knowing tears would flow the moment you allowed your words to. Instead, you gazed at his soft eyes and assuring smile, finding yourself soothed by the sight.
Somewhere in the middle of this comforting silence, you spotted a familiar mop of brown hair in the distance. You were quick to wipe the tears forming in your eyes before shooting Ron an apologetic look.
While the ginger boy looked confused by your urgency, you brushed past his shoulder with long strides. As Ron turned around, he watched as you join Cedric’s side and he slung an arm around your shoulder, still deep in conversation with his friends.
Ron’s mood soured at the sight. He stormed off from the courtyard, his determination from earlier amplified with resentment and a greater sense of fondness towards you.
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Ever since the impromptu encounter in the courtyard several days ago, Ron had noticed you making an active effort to avoid him.
He didn’t quite understand why; after all, he explicitly promised not to tell anyone. Or at least, he thought he did. Perhaps the details of the situation were a bit fuzzy, but Ron was certain that the thought of divulging that conversation never once occurred in his mind.
What did I do to deserve this?
What was once passing nods and friendly grins became diverted stares and sped-up walking. Those short exchanges he previously enjoyed about the homework or how especially dreadful Professor Snape was had ceased to continue with or even around him.
Ron felt completely shut out by you. Not that he was ever particularly in, but he found himself regretting helping you to your dorm that night. At least before then, he got to talk to you—however sparse or brief these interactions were.
While Ron pondered on these feelings, he wandered aimlessly around the halls. Dinner had been served around an hour ago, so the majority of students were either diligently completing their studies for the day or idly winding down with their friends. Regardless, it meant quiet halls, which were perfect to accompany his rather loud thoughts.
Soon enough, his path led him to the door overlooking the Great Lake. He pushing it open with little hesitation, deciding a bit of fresh air wouldn’t hurt.
To his surprise, he spotted your figure by the shore, sitting on the trunk of a fallen tree. You were intensely gazing upon the lake before the sound of the door being flung open disturbed your concentration. Upon the sight of messy ginger hair on top of a fairly tall frame, you were quick to shoot up from your position and storm off, hastily slingling your bag over your shoulder.
“Wait, wait!” Ron called out, running towards you. He stopped directly in front of your path, blocking you from continuing further. You crossed your arms and focused your stare on some distant object to the side—anything to avoid meeting his intense gaze.
Rolling his eyes, Ron waved his hand in front of your line of sight, directing your attention back onto his figure. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he huffed.
“No I haven’t,” you mumbled weakly under your breath. He raised his arms in disbelief before letting it drop to his sides, his expression riddled with irritation.
“You’re lying and you know it. You barely used to acknowledge me. I can tell that I’m being avoided, but why?”
It went silent for a moment. You didn’t respond to his question; instead, you found sudden interest in the glint of your shoes and the varying lengths of the grass petals peeking below your feet. Before you could begin carefully examining them, you were jerked back to reality by Ron grasping your shoulders in a desperate manner.
“Y/N, why do you hate me?”
“I don’t hate you, Ron!” you stuttered nervously, although as convincingly as you could muster. “I hate that I poured my guts to you in a drunken haze. I hate that you know things that others don’t. It makes me feel... vulnerable.”
Ron’s hardened stare had softened upon this declaration. He hated seeing the water pool in the base of your eyes and your legs shake under the growing weight of your emotions. The grip he held on your shoulders weakened, allowing his hands to slide down your arms and land loosely around your wrists. He instinctively tightened his grip in that position.
“You know, sometimes it’s nice to be a bit vulnerable,” Ron muttered, careful to maintain a gentle tone. “It’s tough having to keep up a persona all the time. Having someone you can be open and honest with is quite nice.”
You eyebrows furrowed. “That person should have been Cedric.”
Ron tried to push aside the pang he felt in his heart. It hurt to hear his name brought up, admittedly, but he doesn’t want to make this moment about him and his stupendous crush on you.
“Maybe it should have. But if you feel the need to maintain your persona around him, then it clearly isn’t.”
Guilt overcame your expression at the realization. You hastily removed your wrists from Ron’s grasp, shouting, “Why can’t you just forget it? Forget I told you anything and leave me be!”
“I can’t just ignore this. Y/N, you are clearly unhappy, and it pains me to see.”
“And what if I am? Ron, I am none of your concern.”
“But you are my concern-”
Before Ron could finish his sentence, you brushed past his shoulder and stormed off. However, you didn't manage to get far before he grabbed your backpack, stopping your tracks. You were quick to shrug it off your shoulder, although that didn’t prevent him from resuming his hold of your wrist and pulling you back.
Your body slammed into his, although rather than backing away promptly, you found yourself making no effort to create distance. You found yourself a little too comfortable with the proximity. Judging by the way Ron used his free arm to wrap around your waist and maintain the closeness, it seemed that he was too.
And when you glanced up, meeting Ron’s captivating blue eyes and scattered freckles up close, he found himself a little too enamoured of you.
Thus, compelled by the force of fate and sheer desire, his lips crashed into yours.
You stood frozen at the action. Ron squeezed his eyes shut, unwilling and afraid to watch your expression or see your reaction. Although the stagnancy of the kiss had told him more than enough. He removed his lips from yours, hesitantly peeking an eye open, only to be met with your wide eyes and parted mouth.
Ron felt dismal seeing as though you basically rejected the gesture. Right as he was about to retract the hands keeping you in place, he was stopped by an unexpected action.
You kissed him back, this time with a great deal of vigour.
There wasn’t much you two could recall about the kiss besides the passion and desperation felt. It was as if your minds switched off and desire led the way in spite of guilt and rational thought. You never experienced the same level of comfort before as you did right then, within his arms and intertwined with his lips. It felt safe. It felt right.
It felt nice.
But when you two reluctantly pulled away, the desire for air overcoming the desire you had for each other, reality hit alongside the gush of cool wind upon your newly deserted lips. One name rang in the depths of your mind, yanking you out of your prior tranquility.
Cedric. Cedric. Cedric.
You bent down to grab your backpack, feelings of disappointment in yourself merging with glee to create an overwhelmingly confusing swirl of emotions brewing in your heart.
“I- I have to go,” you stuttered, walking past Ron in a daze. He let you pass this time, still struck by the kiss merely moments ago. He lightly brushed across his lips with his fingers in remembrance of the sensation and warmth he felt.
As Ron turned around, watching your figure approach the door and disappear into the school, he couldn’t try to contain the growing smile on his face.
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a/n — Let me know if you want to see a part two, since there’s a lot left unsaid about their future relationship and dynamic, especially with Cedric still in picture 👀. As always, feel free to like, comment, and reblog to show support, and thank you for reading!
Request: could you do a headcanon where sirius is in love w/ the reader but she’s dating remus? ou vice-versa if you prefer
Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader x Remus Lupin
Summary: Sirius insists he couldn’t be happier for his best friends. But why are there tears trickling down his cheek?
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: Angst, mild swearing.
a/n — This isn’t a headcanon unfortunately, but it has been 2 years since I wrote and this request gave me the most inspiration. I hope you and everyone else reading this enjoy it nonetheless, as this is my first Marauders one-shot!
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You had always stuck by Sirius Black.
Ever since you two met, both coming from a long line of Slytherin pure-bloods. You held a glint of mischief in your eyes when you saw the six-year-old hidden behind the legs of his father, cowering away from the intimidating presence of your family. Weaving through the parents as inconspicuous as possible, you resolved to give the boy a small fright, sneaking up behind his frame and placing your beloved plastic spider on his shoulder.
Safe to say, it did more than just a small fright. You both were sent to your room to avoid disturbing the grown-up conversation, as they put it. But the entire time, Sirius wouldn’t even meet your gaze, too embarrassed with himself and terrified by your brazen act.
The next day, you would see that boy again, although this time in entirely different circumstances. You woke up early in the afternoon to the distant sounds of his parents conversing with your own, only to exit your bedroom door and be instantly met with his face shielded by the most grotesque mask. You shrieked loudly at the sight. “Gotcha!” you heard him exclaim with a childish giggle, taking off his mask to reveal his elation.
Although it hurt to have your pride challenged by such a cowardly display, you saw him as an equal from that point onwards. You two would continuously pull pranks whenever you’d visit each other’s houses, which was often given the closeness of your families. By the time you both turned eleven, you and Sirius were practically attached by the hip.
It was the first time either of you had experienced friendship. However, it certainly was not the last.
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“Write to me as soon as you get sorted into Slytherin, alright dear?” your mother demanded with a hint of a smile pulling against her lips. You and your parents were standing on the platform in front of the Hogwarts Express, getting ready to enter your first year. She placed a small kiss on your forehead before your father embraced you in what can hardly be considered a hug. Affection was not a big concept in your household, but you have come to accept that over the years.
Although the implication of her request left you agitated in the deepest part of your consciousness, you returned a confident smirk as you nodded towards her. “Of course, mother.”
With one last scan, your parents sent you off with a proud gaze. You took a sigh of relief upon entering the train, excited by the prospect of living outside of your parent’s scrutiny. You could hardly contain your joy as you hastened to find Sirius.
However, when you finally spotted his mop of black hair and pulled open the door to the compartment, you were surprised to see two other boys sitting across from him. Sirius made friends already?
There were mixed reactions to your entry. The boy with the glasses looked thoroughly amused, while the guy next to him seemed half asleep. Sirius, on the other hand, stared at you with his distinctive get me out of here eyes. Although it was subtle to the untrained eye, you were well-versed in the complex art of his facial expressions. You flashed them all a nervous grin.
“Hi there, you must be Y/N? Sirius told me he was waiting for you,” the glasses kid spoke, reaching out his hand as you tentatively shook it. Looking to Sirius in confusion, he gave a slight shrug.
“And you are? Sirius never told me about you two,” you asked lightheartedly, not wanting to offend them with your directness. The taller boy next to him chuckled before speaking.
“We just met the guy two minutes ago. James wanted to come say hi since he was sitting alone,” he explained before gesturing towards you, “but it doesn’t seem like that was necessary. I’m Remus.”
Reaching to shake his hand as well, you smiled at both of them before settling down next to Sirius on the bench. “Nice to meet you two. And don’t worry, Sirius could always use more company.”
The boy in question rolled his eyes before shoving your shoulder. “You’re making it seem like I’m a loner.”
“No way! You are far from it!” you exclaimed dramatically before leaning into the boys across from you and whispering, “Excuse him, it’s a bit of a sensitive topic.”
Remus and James laughed at your dynamic with Sirius. Throughout the rest of the trip to Hogwarts, you four got along incredibly well. It was as if you all balanced each other out while also matching their characteristics. You felt a friendship blossoming within that train.
However, this prospect was cut short at the Sorting Ceremony, upon seeing Remus and James sorted into Gryffindor with little hesitancy. You and Sirius felt nervous, both expecting and silently loathing the idea of getting into Slytherin. It seemed hardly unlikely given your heritage. You two were meant for that house.
Before the hat called Sirius Black, you squeezed his hand tightly. Despite the fascination you two shared about Hogwarts, houses were never discussed. Instead, there was unspoken derision between you two towards being in Slytherin, although never expressed directly, knowing it was sealed in your collective fate from the moment you and Sirius were born.
However, that day you broke that unspoken aspect. After hearing your friend gulp as the hat announced his name, you muttered under your breath to him.
“We are going to be different, Sirius.”
And with that piece of encouragement, Sirius walked up to the hat, assured of who he is and who he aspires to be. There was a short length of silence before the hat shouted, “GRYFFINDOR!”
Cheers erupted from the table clad in red and gold. And not too long afterwards, when the hat announced the same for you, more celebration ensued. You two couldn’t be happier.
After giving your friend a warm hug, you sat down at the table with a wide grin tugging on your face. Sirius saw how happy you looked with the outcome, and he couldn’t help but feel excited as well. As you glanced up to your front, you were met with a gentle smile from the boy sitting across from you. Remus nodded his head approvingly, while you nodded back with a playful expression.
You held his gaze for a moment longer before turning to your side, only to notice the beaming smile on Sirius’ face replaced with something you couldn’t quite decipher. It flashed on his countenance for a brief second before he looked at you with a slightly weaker grin.
It was the first time you had failed to read his expression. However, it certainly was not the last.
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You, Sirius, Remus, and James had since become the best of friends. Ever since that encounter on the train, you four were inseparable in Hogwarts. Moony, Padfoot, Whiskers, and Prongs; always together, in both mischief and suffering.
Even upon finding that Remus was a werewolf, you had convinced the others to try and become an Animagus so he wouldn’t be alone when transforming. It was a thoughtful act, albeit nearly impossible. However, when you three finally achieved it in your fifth year, the possibilities for adventure had grown astronomically.
Perhaps it was during that time that Remus found himself falling for you. And during that time that you began to reciprocate those feelings as well.
Or even during that time that Sirius realized he needed to act quickly if he wanted you to himself.
One lazy Saturday morning resulted in James, Sirius, and Remus lounging in the Gryffindor common room. You were fast asleep upstairs, as usual when it is before 2 pm and there is no schedule to uphold.
“My god, when is Y/N going to wake up? Everyone already left for Hogsmeade,” James groaned into his palms. Sirius was sprawled across the couch while Remus worked diligently on his Potions homework. Finally, after another minute of hasty writing, he dropped his quill and dramatically flopped onto the floor.
“I’ve finished my assignment and she’s still asleep,” Remus mumbled against the carpet before sitting back on the armchair. “Incredible”
Sirius yawned while fidgeting in his place, trying to find a comfortable position to nap. At the sight of his attempts, James threw Remus’ quill directly to his head with a slight giggle.
There was a brief period of silence afterwards that Remus cut through with a surprising question. It arose a strong reaction from a certain black-haired male nearby, who quickly stood up with all trace of exhaustion wiped from his face.
“Do you think I should ask out Y/N?”
“What the absolute fuck?” Sirius shrieked, striding towards Remus before grasping his shoulders. He was confused by the response, although he continued regardless.
“I mean, I like her quite a bit as I’m sure you all know by now, and I’m fairly confident she feels the same. What’s the matter?” Remus inquired, looking at Sirius strangely. He let go of his shoulders promptly, realizing his peculiarity.
Clearing his throat, Sirius clarified, “I mean, don’t you think it would be a bit weird for the group?”
James piped up in response. “Personally, I don’t really care.”
Wow, thanks for the help dickhead, Sirius thought to himself, trying to prevent his middle finger from raising.
Remus gestured towards James, a grin spreading across his face. “See? James won’t mind,” he exclaimed before pouting at Sirius. “Do you not approve of us, Padfoot?”
Sirius backed away, stuttering nervously at the implicit accusation. “N-no, it’s not that. I just-” he sat back down at the couch, resuming his previous position, “nevermind. I don’t really care either.”
“Alright, it’s settled then,” Remus smiled, a blush rising to his cheek. James nudged him playfully at the sight of his love-struck expression while Sirius turned to the other side of the couch, pretending to fall asleep.
It didn't take long after that when you finally sauntered down the staircase, rubbing your eyes with weariness. James dramatically sighed in relief, and you punched his arm with a light chuckle.
"Good morning," you yawned, only to be met with incredulous looks.
"Merlin, get a grip. It's 2:30 pm, Y/N," Sirius exclaimed, standing up from his seat. You playfully rolled your eyes in response.
"Well then, can we go to Hogsmeade? You guys are wasting our time," you exaggerated, earning scoffs from the boys.
As you all began heading towards the portrait hole with the map in James' hand, you were held back by Remus gripping your wrist. Turning towards him, he immediately averted his gaze, a tinge of pink visible on his face as he nearly whispered.
"Is it alright if I talk to you for a moment?"
You nodded your head curiously, following him back to the couches. He sat down while still avoiding your stare, and you took a seat right next to him.
Meanwhile, Sirius and James had only noticed you two were gone by the time they exited the common room. James whistled knowingly while uneasiness weighed on Sirius' heart. He felt a strong urge to intervene, even if the rational side of his mind advised against it.
"Shit, I forgot my wand," Sirius groaned despite feeling the wooden stick in his pocket. "I'll be right back."
He didn't wait for an answer before swiftly and cautiously entering the portrait hole. When his two friends on the couch were finally within view, he stopped in his tracks and crouched, making himself inconspicuous.
"Well? What would you like to say," you gently prompted, resting your hand on Remus’ clasped ones. The contact ignited a spark within the both of you, although you were careful not to show it.
"Y/N, I've liked you for quite some time now."
No...
"You are probably one of the most brave and thoughtful person I've ever met, so I hope you can understand why."
No, no, no! Sirius found himself panicking at the sight of a brewing confession.
"I really like you. And I don't know if you feel the same way, but that doesn't change how strongly I feel about you."
You have got to be kidding me, Sirius thought, already overcame by dejection. He could never imagine a world where you don’t end up with him. Before even realizing his feelings, Sirius has always envisioned a future together. A future that doesn't involve being just friends.
"You've made me assured in myself and my worth. You continuously enhance my life in so many ways, often with your presence alone."
Sirius finds himself recalling all these imaginations he would have. You and him, dating, sometimes even married with an entire family. Nothing short of love and care shared between you two in these fantasies. But perhaps that is why he is the one eavesdropping from the corner while Remus sits next to you. Because these were only ever fantasies. Not something to enact.
"I don't think I'll ever truly be able to describe how deeply I appreciate you."
Then don't! Sirius could almost imagine himself shouting.
"But I could try. Every single day, if you give me the chance to."
Sirius felt a small drop on his hand, then another. He reached up to his eyes and quickly discovered the source.
"Y/N L/N..."
Please don't do this...
"Will you be mine?"
Sirius felt his heart drop.
"Yes," you answered with a growing smile, "I will."
And with that, you crashed into Remus' outstretched arms, embracing him in a tight hug. And with that, Remus found himself delighted by his confession being a success.
And with that, Sirius couldn't contain the tears from flowing. And with that, he had officially lost.
Lost the girl of his dreams to his best friend. How bittersweet that feeling is. Sirius turned away from the two of you hugging and faced the back of the portrait with an aura of melancholy surrounding him.
It was the first time Sirius had felt utterly and hopelessly shattered. However, it certainly was not the last.
He couldn't help but dwell on what he should have done differently. He should've taken the initiative to go on those late-night study sessions before Remus would offer. He should've been more affectionate and expressive when Remus would be, rather than completely close himself off. He should've been the one to meet your gaze. He should've captured your heart when he had the chance, not Remus.
Remus, Remus, Remus. He should have been better than Remus.
But he wasn't, and now he has to live with that. Live with the fact that the love of his life is happy in the arms of another man.
Sirius insists he isn't unhappy. No, he is quite happy you found the one for you. And even happier that it is someone he knows personally to be a good guy. If anyone were to treat you right, it would be Remus fucking Lupin.
I couldn't be happier. I couldn't be happier. I couldn't be happier. Sirius thought that if he repeated it enough, he might start to believe it.
As he lazily stood up from his spot, he was approached by you and Remus hand-in-hand. You greeted him first. "Oh, hey Sirius. I didn't realize you were waiting."
Noticing the direction of Sirius' gaze, Remus raised his hand enclosed with yours. The grin widened on his face as you blushed at the display. "If you couldn't tell, she said yes!"
The two of you scanned Sirius for a reaction. A weak smile cracked his hardened expression.
"I couldn't be happier."
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a/n — Aaand there it is; my first one shot since mid 2020! Feels good to be back, although I can’t promise I’ll update regularly since school is a lot busier now. Still, I appreciate you all reading this, and please like, comment, and reblog to show support!
erica!! it took the whole day (lotsa hw in between) but i finished reading silent confessions!! please dont feel insecure about such a MASTERPIECE, it was written so well omg. like i was immersed it felt like a whole ass movie in my head (ESPECIALLY the run and confession at the end 😭😭). i just wanted to let you know you have an immense talent. you are a brilliant writer and silent confessions was such a cute fic to read. thank you for bringing that blessing into my stressful day 😭💞💗💖
hi nora my darling! EEEEP oh my gosh thank you so much lovey! i can’t even begin to explain to you what that means to me.. i’ve been writing since i was young and have struggled with it immensely so to hear that from a fellow writer means the world to me! i’m so happy you’ve enjoyed it! :D
im sorry if i take a while to post one shots. i try to go as fast as i can to put out more content for you guys, but its hard. my work runs on primarily motivation, and those come in random sparks at 3am or other unpredictable times. its difficult for me to estimate how long these take, but usually, its not gonna be a day or two.
honestly, im trying to remind myself constantly that its okay to work at my own pace. i sometimes feel insecure seeing fic writers post 4-5 one shots a week while i struggle to put out 2, but everyone is different. im learning that im just as valid as a writer even if i work slower than others.
in conclusion, ily all and im sorry if i dont get on to your requests immediately. have a great day everyone <3
im sorry if i take a while to post one shots. i try to go as fast as i can to put out more content for you guys, but its hard. my work runs on primarily motivation, and those come in random sparks at 3am or other unpredictable times. its difficult for me to estimate how long these take, but usually, its not gonna be a day or two.
honestly, im trying to remind myself constantly that its okay to work at my own pace. i sometimes feel insecure seeing fic writers post 4-5 one shots a week while i struggle to put out 2, but everyone is different. im learning that im just as valid as a writer even if i work slower than others.
in conclusion, ily all and im sorry if i dont get on to your requests immediately. have a great day everyone <3
Hi, I know this isn’t a request but I was just wondering if you had any advice for starting to write hp one shots because I want to start but idk how and you’re really good at writing :)
hello love! thank you so much, i dearly appreciate you enjoying my works 😭 but as for advice on starting to write one shots, i dont know much to say. come up with an idea you love and simply write it! there doesnt need to be a long process in order to begin, its all about bringing ideas to life. but if you have any questions (or just wanna talk) feel free to dm me. you are so sweet 🥺💘
Hii! Can I request a George Weasley x Slytherin!reader who is best friends with Draco, set post war, where the reader has always had a thing for him over the years. And she's in Diagon Alley with Draco, and he convinces her to go talk to George. And just awkward flirting and fluff?
posted! thanks for requesting, i hope you all enjoy Cherry Lollipop :)
Request: Hii! Can I request a George Weasley x Slytherin!reader who is best friends with Draco, set post war, where the reader has always had a thing for him over the years. And she's in Diagon Alley with Draco, and he convinces her to go talk to George. And just awkward flirting and fluff?
Pairing: George Weasley x Slytherin!Reader
Summary: After hiding from society in fear of the reputation Slytherins have, Y/N is forced to finally talk to her not-so former Hogwarts crush.
Word Count: 2k
a/n — I love this idea so much, thank you for requesting! I hope you all enjoy this, it was really fun to write.
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"You can't stay in denial forever, Y/N."
"Really? Because I wholeheartedly intend to."
You were currently stood in front of a shop. A particularly ornate building, one that stands out within the row of various older businesses. While you hesitated on entering, your best friend stood tiredly next to you.
It's been a year since the infamous Battle of Hogwarts. The one which solidified the awful conviction of Slytherins being inherently evil, declaring you, Draco, and all other former housemates as outcasts to society.
You have rarely exited your dainty flat since, choosing to cower away rather than comfort the wizards head-on; making this visit to Diagon Alley being the first in months.
"Come on, just talk to him!" Draco groaned in exasperation. You merely glared in response at his seemingly bold suggestion.
Laid in front of you two was Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, an esteemed joke shop run by recent students. It was the current sole owner of the shop your friend was urging you to greet—George Weasley, better known for being your longtime crush.
It was during your earlier years in Hogwarts when that particular twin caught your attention. Part of a mischievous duo, though he stood out amongst it as a man of his own. With his tousled ginger hair and trademark brazen grin, it was hard for him not to leave an impression.
And so, you watched him over the years. You admired George from the sidelines as he resided in the centre spotlight, his usual cherry lollipop poking through his cheeks as he and his brother receive applaud for their latest jape.
But never have you stepped out of the surrounding crowd. No, not once have you considered doing so.
You could thank your house placement for contributing to your reluctance to face your crush. The whole Voldemort situation had practically all of Hogwarts loathing Slytherins. There was too slim of a change that George would be exempted from that hateful majority, and you were too fearful to ask. Not to mention, you doubted George would be exactly eager to converse with the best friend of his younger brother's bully.
"What's so scary about talking to someone?" Draco asked, a slightly mocking tone passing through as he crossed his arms.
All it took was a gesture to the nearby wizards and witches to convey your point. "He hates me. Just like everyone else here."
"Everyone else here?"
"Merlin, Draco, you can't stay ignorant of the deprecating glares we've been getting since we arrived. Every corner is just a new judgemental scoff." Although Draco didn't attempt to deny your point, he chose to brush past it instead as he offers an encouraging squeeze to your shoulders.
"So, are you gonna go in or not?" He questions, allowing one final opportunity for you to take action through your own will. However, upon first sight of you shaking your head tentatively, he shifted your position to face the doorway.
"Alright, there goes your choice. You can thank me tomorrow."
And with that, he landed a nice shove onto your upper back, forcing you inside the shop with the sound of harmonious bells to commence your arrival. Just as you thought you could promptly slip out unnoticed, footsteps began approaching you, coming gradually closer until an imposing figure came into view.
It was George Weasley, the very owner you were afraid to see.
"H-hello," you stammered, inching closer to the doorway. The store was deserted, much to your confusion, though you quickly realized why upon glimpsing the closing sign displayed upfront.
George tilted his head and elevated an eyebrow, invoking internal butterflies to the slightest degree. "We're closed. I can't sell you anything."
"I didn't come here for that." Although you meant to say you had arrived on accident, he interpreted differently and instead gestured you further inside.
"Well then, I don't mind the company."
Turning on his heel, he then went back to restocking the shelves as your feet stood frozen in your position by the exit. However, all it took was a single glance at your direction for you to immediately follow after.
"So, Y/N L/N," George began, his eyes set on the objects in front of him, "you're the Slytherin in my brother's year, right?"
You only nodded timidly, taking a seat on the ladder next to him. Part of you felt worried about him knowing you, while the other part felt almost flattered. Regardless, you had too many thoughts racing in your mind to engage in normal conversation.
Noticing your lack of response, George looked up from the box with a warm smile. "A quiet one, huh?"
You were thrown off guard by the absence of clear revulsion in his expression. With his amiability mildly calming your nerves, you mustered a somewhat confident tone. "Only sometimes."
George gave an airy chuckle before returning back to the tedious work. You watched intently as he unloaded the boxes onto the shelves, his face contorting with every strenuous article.
Without much thought, you blurted out the one thing on your mind since your rather abrupt arrival. "You've changed."
"Changed?" he mumbled curiously, his attention now diverted from the task. "In what way?"
You paused, scrutinizing his appearance thoughtfully before responding. "I suppose you've gotten more mature. You dress fancily and have your hair a lot neater. No more cherry lolly either."
A grin spread across George's lips as he sat down on the floor, chin resting on his palm as he held a playful gaze. "I'm surprised you remember the lollipop. Flavour and all."
Your eyes diverted from his intense stare, arms crossed by your chest as you fidgeted in your seat. A smirk almost rose to the surface before you suddenly came up with an explanation.
"I mean, a lot of girls in my year were swooning over you. I've heard Weasley twins trivia nearly every day," you uttered with hesitance, attempting to conceal your former (and still remaining) liking towards him.
It seemed to have worked, as he stood up to resume his duties. "Then I'll take your observation as a compliment."
The area grew silent again, only the sound of him working filling the air. You simply played with the ends of your fingers as you tried to think of what to say. After a while of him unloading the products, George grabbed the box and dumped it into the storage room, heading to the front counter before gesturing you over.
Rather than going over there promptly, you stood up and spoke from your side of the room, inciting a questioning glance from the boy further away. "Are you a parking ticket?"
A cringe made its way onto your countenance as you grasped what was said thoughtlessly. Meanwhile, George stood confused by your question.
Without waiting for a response, you did what you always do best, and what was constantly discouraged by your best friend. The embarrassment was wiped from your face as you took a couple of steps forwards and continued your words with pride.
"Because you've got fine written all over you."
There was a brief moment of silence before George hunched over with mirth as a loud chortle escaped his throat. His amusement took down your short-lived confidence, replacing the proud smile on your face with a sheepish expression.
"Oh god, where did that come from?" George asked between laughs, tears welling in the corner of his eyes.
You bit your lip as you made your way to the counter, eyes faced down. "I don't know? I wanted to fill the silence, I guess."
"Here, I got a better one," he said as you leaned on the counter, George standing behind it while counting the register. He paused his movements to think, before perking up with a pointed finger.
Clearing his throat, he laid his forearm on the counter and leaned slightly. "Can I follow you home?
"Cause my mom always told me to follow my dreams."
You pursed your lips, shaking your head slowly. George had a look of disbelief upon seeing your expression. "Nah," you drawled, "I've heard better."
"Alright then, tough crowd, I suppose," he chuckled.
Being able to witness George's radiant grin up close and hear the sound of his buoyant laughter brought a smile of your own onto your usual inscrutable countenance. After a while of exchanging the cheesiest lines one could possibly muster, a thought occurred in your head, taking over your mind at a rapid rate.
"George, why don't you hate me?"
His face appeared visibly confused by your sudden question. "Why would I?"
"Isn't that how most wizards feel at this point? That former Slytherins are all Death Eaters in hiding." You paused, face twisting with regret before continuing, "Plus, I'd doubt your younger brother would be too fond of me either."
George reached for your hand rested on the countertop, gripping it assuringly. "You're not a bad person."
"But I—"
"Y/N, you were never a bad person. Sure, your friend Malfoy might have been an ass, but that's not you. I saw you during the battle."
Your face heated up as you retracted your hand to bury your face in the palm. Recalling the events, you knew you had nothing to be proud of during that time. "Oh god, I know I left early into it but I swear I didn't want to."
George only gave a light chuckle upon noticing your distress. "I know, but that wasn't what I was referring to. I'm talking about how you shot down a Death Eater and was ready to do it again until your parents threatened you."
"You... saw that?" It was inconspicuous, a result of an impromptu decision to go against your parents and Voldemort. Though the bravery was shut down after a mere minute when they had warned there would be no mercy if you'd continue. It was tough to simply abandon the fighting students, but when wands were pointed directly to your temple, what more can be done?
With a small smile, he nodded, staring directly into your eyes. "Yeah, I did. It was quite admirable."
At this point, you were beyond elated. Face noticeably a blood-red shade, you were afraid to spill your guts to the charming fellow behind the counter.
"I— uh, I gotta go," you spluttered, diverting your eyes to the spectacular posters surrounding the main display. However, your words caused George to stand straight with a slight sense of urgency.
Rushing to the back room, he held up a finger to stop you from leaving. "Wait, I have something for you!"
Your flustered state was put on a brief pause as you peered curiously into the narrowly opened doorway. Once George emerged from the dim room moments later, you were surprised to see a small envelope in his hand.
"I didn't know what else to put the stuff in," he mumbled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he handed you the envelope. You clutched it tightly, your interest in its contents growing with each passing second.
"Thank you," you said, shifting your weight from side to side. Just as you were about to exit the store, George hopped over the counter and waved excitedly.
"Come again soon!" he shouted, the grin on his face matching the playful George Weasley you've always known back in Hogwarts. Biting your lip to prevent an overtly wide smile from arising, you nodded your head, pushing through the door as you internally squeal.
Later that night, once you arrived in your desolate apartment, you were quick to unseal the envelope and turn it upside down the reveal the contents.
First to fall was a piece of hastily ripped paper. The words were messily scribbled, though roughly understandable. Picking it up, a small giggle escaped your lips.
You must be a broom, cause you swept me off my feet.
Below the line was a phone number, your eyes widening upon catching sight of it. But before rushing to type it in, you emptied out the rest of the envelope. Only one other thing came out, causing you to beam with delight at the sheer nostalgia.
A bright red cherry lollipop, the very same kind you've spent years watching in the hands of George Weasley.
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a/n — Ah I'm so glad I could finally write another imagine for one of the twins 😭 Please like, comment, and reblog to show support! Feel free to send requests or feedback in my asks. Thanks for reading!
