Warnings: General Harry Potter warnings, mentions of drinking and drunkenness, arranged marriage, mentions of infidelity, unhealthy coping mechanisms, pining, mentions of jail, a meddling mother-in-law, and Sirius is definitely a bit of an ass in this. Please let me know if I missed anything.
The Arrangement Masterlist
Wedding planning continues, as Walburga becomes increasingly involved in her future daughter-in-law’s affairs. Sirius has a breakdown after finally coming to terms with his feelings, and (Y/N)’s brother confronts Sirius about his recent behaviour.
Scotland was beautiful at this time of year. And when you had arrived that morning on the express, you had had every intention of enjoying it with your friend while you were there. Instead, you had found yourself sitting on Severus’s couch, in his quarters while attempting to convince yourself that getting wine drunk at 2 in the afternoon was a horrible idea.
The tears that only moments ago you couldn’t stop, where now dried leaving salt trails down your cheeks, and Severus floundering between finding McGonagall or offering you a drink – he wasn’t certain it was the best idea either, though it was certainly an appealing one.
Sitting down on his couch, Severus gingerly placed a hand on your shoulder, only for you to collapse against him, and curl into yourself pulling your legs to your chest, your feet on the couch. This was not what either of you had planned for your Saturday.
He had been meant to meet you at the station in Hogsmeade, and the two of you would have lunch together and pick up a few things he needed for his class before heading back to the castle so you could interview Minerva about her sudden ascension to Headmistress of Hogwarts – a welcome outcome after it came to light that Dumbledore had been mentally and emotionally abusive to his students for years, though Severus could have told you that after his first year.
He had greeted you at the station that afternoon, as you had planned, only to immediately notice that something was incredibly wrong from the way the small fragile smile you sent his way didn’t quite reach your eyes, and the way your hands shook, your movements stiff, as you placed your overnight bag on the platform next to you.
Steering you away from the small crowd gathered around the train as they waited for friends or relatives, he guided you to a small alcove next to the ticket stand, placing his hands on your shoulders,
“What happened?” he asked rubbing your arms up and down, “what’s wrong?” he tried again, when you didn’t answer while looking into your eyes, trying, and failing, to get you to meet his gaze.
You had simply leaned your head against his chest, tears falling more freely then before.
“I don’t know where I went wrong,” you eventually choked out, tears staining the front of Severus’s robes.
Wrapping a warm arm around your shoulders and grabbing your bags for you, Severus apparated back to the school grounds, and thanked merlin that most of the students had opted to sleep in rather than get up early.
You had made your way, as quickly as possible, to his quarters, and he had made you a cup of tea the way he knew you liked it, adding some calming draught at the last moment, hoping you would be less fragile after drinking it.
Before you could take more than a few sips of the tea Severus had made for you, the tears had started again, and not stopped for what felt like ages before you could even think about beginning to explain to one of your best friends why the sight of him waiting for you at the station had sent you down a rabbit hole of tears from stress and anxiety and sadness you had been doing your very best not to show anyone for the better part of a year.
That morning, you had woken up at an unearthly hour. You had made yourself a pot of black coffee and turned on the muggle television to some documentary about puffins, letting it play in the background as you went about packing your bag for the weekend you were spending in Scotland, occasionally taking sips of your coffee and stopping what you were doing to pour yourself another cup when you had finished the first.
Once your bag was packed, you turned on the hot water in your shower, letting the steam fog up the mirror. Quickly grabbing a bra and pair of panties out of your dresser drawer, you made your way back to the bathroom, slipping into the shower and letting the hot water release the tension in your shoulders, allowing you to relax, just a little bit.
Things had been going just fine at that point. It wasn’t until you were getting ready to head to King’s Cross that things went south.
Celeste, your sister’s owl, had crashed into your closed living room window, the clumsy owl not stopping in time to avoid the glass, and land gracefully. Around her ankle was a letter from your mother who, in haste to send the letter to you before you left for the weekend, had likely not noticed that she had sent the wrong owl.
Freeing the letter from around the poor exhausted owl’s foot, you gave it a handful of bird seed, and sat down on the sofa to read the letter.
It had been a short one. But that in no way made it any better. Sirius had been arrested the night before and had spent the night in muggle jail for drunk and disorderly behavior. Apparently, he had gotten more drunk than usual, and had crashed straight into a muggle police officer as he was leaving the bar.
Chaos had ensued, if the rummers were to be believed, and Sirius had made a mockery of himself, his family, and, by the simple fact that your upcoming wedding had been the talk of the 28 since the disaster that was your engagement party, of you and your family as well.
You had held back your tears, as you wrote to your mother that you would handle it once you got back to London on Monday morning. The editor that had approved the article for publication would be delt with, and by the time the wedding came around, something else would be the latest bit of gossip to be spread around the families of the 28.
Taking a deep breath, you had apparated to the train station, and boarded the Hogwarts Express the spend, what you had hoped would be, a nice long weekend in Scotland with one of your closest friends from school – and you would be able to be one of the first to interview the new headmistress of Hogwarts.
Instead, it had become increasingly more and more difficult to hold back the tears you had been trying not to let show for the past several months. And as you pulled into the station, it had only taken one look at the man that had been one of your closest friends during school for you to start tearing up again, and the bewildered look on his face as he saw the tears in your eyes for them to overflow and pour down your cheeks – likely ruining your makeup as they did.
Walburga was furious when she heard the news of her eldest son’s arrest. Actually, furious wasn’t a strong enough word. She would have killed him then and there if he had been in the room. Instead, it her husband who faced the worst of her anger as he stood there, wishing he had thought to hide in his study, and have Kreature give her the copy of The Daily Profit that had arrived that morning instead.
Crushing the newspaper in one hand, her face twisted into a sneer, Walburga made her way to the writing desk she kept in her favorite drawing room, roughly pulling out the chair, and nearly pulling the drawer with her stationary to the floor with the force she used to pull it out. Hastily she inked a quill and began her letter to her future daughter-in-law’s mother.
“Kreature!” she screeched, sealing the envelope with a bit of green wax and the black family crest.
“Yes, Mistress?” Kreature croaked, appearing next to Walburga, who startled at the sudden appearance.
Still trying to calm her racing heart, she handed the house elf her letter, “Take this, and have it sent to the (y/l/n) family.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Kreature bowed, and disappeared.
Walburga’s hands were still shaking with anger several hours later when she received a response to her letter. Sirius would be dealt with on Monday, but that was too long to wait if she wanted to keep what remained of her family’s reputation intact. Pacing back and forth in front of the staircase, Walburga decided then and there, that her daughter-in-law needed her help if she was to be successful in keeping the names and reputations of both of the involved families from falling into ill repute.
Thankfully, the woman she had chosen for her son was more than capable – she simply needed a bit of help. Help that Walburga was more than happy to provide.
Your brother had laughed when his wife handed him the paper. There wasn’t much else to do about but laugh.
“Merlin,” he groaned, shaking his head as hurriedly read through what had been written about you and your fiancé over breakfast.
“Slow down and mind your manners.” Your sister-in-law chastised her eldest son before turning her attention back to your brother.
“He’s really done it now, hasn’t he?” she asked, brow creasing as she noted her husband’s continued chuckling.
“I’m sorry, Darling,” he sighed, “but there isn’t much to say about this is there?”
Sirius’s behavior had only become worse in the last few months. And if it had been anyone other than you engaged to the man, he likely wouldn’t have cared much at all. Wouldn’t have even bothered reading the article, but it was you, and he was at a complete loss.
Sighing, your sister-in-law took a sip of her tea, setting down her cup, “You could confront him?” she offered. “Visit him and try to make him realize the effect his actions are having on (y/n), and the rest of the family.”
He nodded, shaking his head again, and agreeing to visit Sirius.
“Basil,” he turned his attention to his son who was sitting next to him at the table “will you find me some paper and a pen?” he asked and the boy scurried off to his father’s study, happy to not be sitting at the breakfast table.
Sirius had not expected a visit from your brother when he woke up in a jail cell with a splitting headache, and only vague memories of the damage he had caused the night before.
He had not expected to have his future brother-in-law bail him out after the way he’d been acting for the last Merlin knows how many months.
He had not been expecting to find himself sitting on the sofa of his brother’s apartment, the black and white of the newspaper on the coffee table in front of him blurring and swirling around making his headache worse as he fought off waves of nausea.
He had, somewhat, been expecting the lecture he received. He had just thought it would be coming from you, not your brother. He had also expected to be just the slightest bit more sober when he inevitably received said lecture. Instead, he was hungover, maybe still slightly drunk, and the guilt that had been eating at him for months was more apparent than ever.
Silent tears slipped past his lashes, as he leaned back on the sofa wondering how on earth, he had ever let it get this bad.
summary - you and james start a fake relationship to make your crush’s jealous, but what happens if you two start falling for each other?
warnings / includes - mild language, fake dating trope, teasing, kissing, food and alcohol consumption, changes povs often!
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*gif isn’t mine*
Y/n ran through the halls, her eyes looking everywhere as she searched for James. She had already checked the Gryffindor common room, but he wasn’t there. She had managed to find Sirius, but he was no help. She had looked outside the courtyard to see if she could spot him, but he was nowhere to be found. She was about to lose hope when she heard footsteps coming from the opposite direction.
She stopped in her tracks, her heart pounding against her chest. She took deep breaths as she tried to calm herself, wiping the sweat that had gathered between her brows.
She hid behind a pillar, aware that whoever it was might not be James, and it might be Filch. But the familiar scent of firewood and vanilla hit her nose and she knew it was James.
James walked through the corridor, running over a speech he had planned for Y/n. He didn’t even notice her standing in front of him until he heard her voice.
“Hi, Jamie.”
His head shot up and his eyes widened. “Y/n?” He gasped. His heart skipped a beat as her smile shined in the moonlight.
“It’s me,” she confirmed.
“Oh, Y/n!” He exclaimed, running over to her and hugging her. She giggled as he lifted her, spinning her around. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, burying her face in his neck, closing her eyes in contentment.
He set her down gently, holding her for a few more minutes. “I’ve been searching for you everywhere. I-I thought you were in the library, but you weren’t there. And Pandora didn’t know where you were, either. I was… I was worried you had gone off with Otto to the dungeons.”
Y/n shook her head as he pulled away. Her hands reached up to his face and cupped his jaw. “I would never go to the dungeons with Otto.”
“I just… I heard you two were hanging out, and —”
“We were,” Y/n nodded. “But it ended as fast as it started, trust me.” She let out a sour laugh, breaking eye contact with him to look at her shoes.
He frowned, noticing the shift in the air. “Y/n, what happened?”
“He… He tried to kiss me. And when I said no, he cornered me.”
James’s face became red with each word. He balled his hands into fists, clenching his jaw. “That fucking prick. I’m going to kill him.”
“Please, don’t,” she shook her head. “I’m alright. Remus was there to help, thankfully.”
James’s face softened as she mentioned his friend’s name. “Remus? Really?”
“Yeah, I know,” she chuckled. “I thought he hated her.”
“He never hated you, darling.”
“Well, he was never fond of me, that’s for sure. But i think we’re best friends now,” she grinned.
James smiled at her smile, his whole body gradually relaxing. He slipped his arm around the small of her back. “Good. That’s how I would like it to be.”
“Oh?” She raised a brow. “Yeah,” he nodded. “I-I would like to tell you something.”
“Is that why you’re out late at night? Weren’t you with Lily?” Y/n questioned.
“I was, but it’s not what you think,” James said. “I-I mean, kind of, but not really. Truth is, I overheard you talking to Otto, and I got mad, and decided to accept Lily’s invitation to hang out. I thought it would make you jealous, and I don’t know if it did, but it was stupid of me to be so childish. I just didn’t want to lose you to that slimy piece of garbage.”
“You won’t ever lose me, baby.” Y/n looked into his hazel eyes, rubbing her thumb across his cheekbone. He nuzzled into her touch, smiling brightly. “Good. Because I —”
“Oh, there you are!”
The two turned around, shocked to see Otto walking towards them. James stepped in front of Y/n, taking out his wand.
“Stay back!” James warned. “What’re you gonna do? Hex me? I’m already ahead of you,” Otto grinned sinisterly.
“James!” Y/n exclaimed, pushing the both of them in the floor as Otto cast a spell. The electricity from his wand flew over the two.
“Letting a girl protect you, Potter? You are a pussy,” Otto laughed.
James gritted his teeth, grabbing his wand and standing up. “Ascendio!”
Otto is raised into the aid and thrown across the room. He’s met with a thud, his back hitting a sharp corner of a wall.
“James, let’s go. We can report him to McGonagall and —”
“And let that git get away without a proper beating? Hell no,” James shook his head.
Y/n grabbed his hand, “Jamie, please. It’s not worth it.”
“She’s right, Jamie. It’s not worth it. She’s not worth it,” Otto sneered. “Little bitch and your wolfy friend almost got me detention in the library. She just wouldn’t obey and he wouldn’t shut up.”
James’s hands balled into fists. Hearing it from Otto made his blood boil. Now he didn’t care about what Y/n wanted or what she thought. Otto was never going to be heard of again if it.
James ran towards Otto, casting spell after spell, sending Otto flying back, shocking him, and throwing him against every surface available.
“I’m going to make sure you never hurt another girl ever again. Especially Y/n,” James said.
“Big boy Potter is going to commit murder now, huh?” Otto laughed as he gets up from getting thrown into a wall for the tenth time.
“I….” James’s speech fell short as he realized what he could do. What he wanted to do. As he stood still, Otto casted a spell, aiming it at Y/n. It sent her sliding across the floor until her head hit a window. The glass broke and she rolled out of the window, grabbing onto the ledge and trying to hold herself up.
“Y/n!” James exclaimed, running over to her, but Otto stopped him. He cast a spell, causing James to be stuck in mid-air.
“Hope this doesn’t hurt too much,” Otto smirked as he aimed his wand at Y/n.
She tried to grab her own wand, but it ended up falling down. “Shit,” she muttered. She began to cry more, praying to the stars that she would end up okay. That James would end up okay.
As Otto was about to cast his spell, a parade of footsteps entered the corridor.
“Oi! Over here, Bagman!” Sirius’s voice sounded.
Otto turned around, not reacting quick enough when Sirius cast a spell and then Remus knocked him over the head with a beer bottle. Otto fell to the floor and became unconscious. Remus undid Otto’s spell on James and James ran over to Y/n, helping her back into the building.
“I’m so sorry, darling.” James engulfed her, resting his hand on the back of her head.
She buried her face into his chest, balling her eyes out. “What an asshole,” she muttered.
“Who, me?” James asked. Y/n shook her head. “No, of course not. Otto.”
“Oh, right,” James chuckled. He held her face in his hands, wiping away the overflowing tears. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. We should have walked away like you said.”
“It’s alright, James. He deserved it,” she sniffled. “But you didn’t deserve almost dying,” he frowned.
“It was probably going to happen one day. You lot have almost died countless times, and so have my friends. I was wondering when it would be my turn.”
James laughed, “well, it’ll never happen again. Not if I can help it.”
Y/n smiled up at him. “Yeah?” He nodded and rubbed his nose against hers. “Yes.”
“What is this!” McGonagall shrieked. “Detention for all of you for a month. And 50 points from each house!”
“Otto almost killed us!” Sirius scoffed. “And you almost killed him. Next time find me or Headmaster Dumbledore to sort it out. None of you need to be out this late,” McGonagall snapped. “Once Mr. Bagman wakes up tell him he has detention, too.”
“Yeah, in your dreams. I’m not going near him ever again,” Sirius stated.
“Mr. Black, if you’d like another month’s worth of detention,” McGonagall warned.
Sirius shrugged and looked to James and Y/n. “Anything for my friends.”
James and Y/n smiled at him.
“I’ll tell him, Professor,” James said. “Thank you, Mr. Potter. Now, clean all this up,” McGonagall pointed her finger at the shattered glass. “And someone bring. Miss L/n to the infirmary, please.”
James nodded, “on it.” He lifted Y/n up, kissing her temple. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”
She nodded in agreement, limping her way to the infirmary.
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“So, reenact for me how it went,” Alice stated.
“How what went? James and I first talking or the fight?” Y/n asked.
“Both,” Alice grinned. Y/n sighed, dunking the sponge back into the water. “Well, James wouldn’t shut up.”
“Excuse me?” James scoffed. Y/n grinned at him. “He wouldn’t help out either.”
“Classic James,” Remus sighed. “Moons!” James groaned.
“And then he started talking about Lily,” Y/n stated.
Everyone groaned, shaking their heads in disapproval.
“Really?” Sirius scoffed. “Hey, she was talking about Otto!” James pointed at Y/n.
She shrugged, “you wouldn’t stop asking me if I liked someone or not.”
“Well, I’m glad I did. Otherwise we wouldn’t be here now.” James interlocked hands with her, bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing the back of her hand. Y/n grinned, heat crawling up her face.
Alice and Sirius gagged. “Get a room.”
“You aren’t obliged to stay here,” Y/n stated. “We have a list of things to do for McGonagall. And Alice, you don’t even have detention.”
“Yeah, but I was bored and Dora is with what’s-his-face,” Alice rolled her eyes.
“Pandora is dating?” James asked. “Yep. This bloke with hair just like her,” Alice said. “They kind of look like twins.”
“Al! Don’t be rude,” Y/n frowned. Alice grinned and shrugged, “it’s the truth. Well, I’ll see you lot later. Have fun scrubbing!”
“I think I’m gonna leave, too. I’ll let you two lovebirds be alone,” Sirius winked.
“I guess I should go, too. I’ll get some of the chores done,” Remus said.
“Thank you, Rem. I appreciate it,” Y/n smiled.
He nodded and gave her a smile before walking away. James and Y/n were then left in the dungeons.
“I think I’m having some deja vu,” James hummed.
Y/n tried to hide her smile. “Oh, really? How come?”
“I just… this whole situation feels so familiar,” he said. “I remember being here with you, scrubbing the walls. Doing this.” He leaned in and kissed her sweetly. She hummed into the kiss, putting her hand on his shoulder and pulling away.
“I don’t think that happened, Jamie,” she giggled. James grinned, “I think it did.”
“I don’t remember. Mind jogging my memory?”
James set down his sponge, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against him. “Don’t mind if I do, darling.”
Parents now: TURNING RED SHOULD COME WITH A WARNING!!! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN PG-13!!! IT TALKS ABOUT PERIODS AND BRIEFLY MENTIONS STRIPPERS AND DRUGS!!! MY CHILD CANNOT HANDLE THISSSSSSS!!!!
Me at 10 watching Doc Ock’s tentacles brutally murder a team of surgeons while they scream and beg for their lives all while Ock is still knocked out, just after watching his wife die by getting stabbed in the eye with glass: This movie is really awesome
(y/n) woke up the morning after Yule Ball with a smile on her face, noticing everyone else in the dorm sleeping, she grabbed her book and went down to the common room.
Moments after getting comfortable, Seamus burst down the staircase of the boys dormitory out of breath,
"Good you're awake"
There was an audible crash from behind him, "What's going on?"
"Um...lets just say you left Neville a bit of a present after the ball and your brothers not too happy about it" Seamus said with a smirk. (y/n) then ran up the staircase with Seamus on her heels, she opened the door and saw Harry tackling a scared looking Neville with a red splotch on his face. After rolling her eyes at the stupidity of the two, (y/n) made her way to the boys and easily separated them and while holding her brother back with her hand asked, "What the bloody hell is going on here?"
All she could here was laughing from Ron, Dean and Seamus.
"Neville snogged you!"
"What? How did you-" she stopped mid sentence as she looked at Neville and saw the red splotch was lipstick. Her lipstick. "Oh for Merlins sake Harry, would you relax, yes Neville and I snogged. Mutually. Don't put the blame on the poor boy. And what's so funny!?" She turned to see Seamus and Dean laughing at Ron who looked constipated.
"Ron...you okay?"
"I don't know whether to laugh at this or fight Neville too"
"Can you two stop being so overprotective, I can take care of myself, not that I need to in this situation. Understand Ladies?"
All the guys in the dormitory nodded solemnly.
"Good. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go and relax in the common room. Care to join me Neville?"
All he could manage to do was nod his head and follow behind her. One in the common room, (y/n) handed him a tissue, "I'm really sorry about my brother"
"It's okay-"
"No it's not, I love my brother and his overprotectiveness but he took it way too far... I hope his idiocy doesn't change your view of me"
He stared at her in disbelief, "Nothing could change the way I feel about you"
The two blushed and smiled at each other and spent the rest of the morning in each other's arms, reading on the couch.
That post about Luna keeping her head in a crisis is making the rounds again, and it always reminds me of one of my favorite things about Harry Potter’s friends.
Can you imagine Head Auror Potter’s enemies deciding he’s too dangerous and they should go after the people he cares about?
“All right, so everyone knows Weasley only made it so far in the Auror force because he was Potter’s buddy, right? Let’s go after him.” Later, Ron is rubbing his neck in embarrassment as the mediwizards are dragging half a dozen neo-death-eaters out of a smoking crater.
“Fine, Granger, then. She sits at a desk all day, nothing to be scared of.” By the time they make it to Hermione’s office they’ve set off six alarms and four booby traps, one of them is permanently blue, another one is seven inches tall. Hermione’s waiting with a drawn wand and a half-dozen goblins that are super cranky about having their negotiations interrupted.
“Okay, how about we go after his wife and kids?” “No way, man, you do not f*** with that guy’s wife.” “Yeah, and his kid bit me! Look, I’ve got a scar!”
“What about the professor? I hear that guy’s kind of a dork. I mean, all he does is mess around in the greenhouses, right?” “I dunno, isn’t he head of Gryffindor house?” Later, “So, I heard you got your a*** kicked by a house plant…”
“The naturalist, then. Pretty little blond girl? Kind of vague? No problem, right?” “Oh, f***, s***, my eyes!” (Everybody always forgets that Luna Lovegood led an army…)
[This last one is largely due to @vivithefolle, so she gets credit for it.]
“What about the godson, right? Lives with his grandmother? Little old lady and a small child, no problem.” … “Okay, why didn’t anyone mention that she’s a Slytherin? And a Black! I’m pretty sure what she just hit us with was banned by international treaty!” “Yeah, what are we gonna do, call the Aurors?”
Ultimately they decide it’s just safer to go after the guy whose signature spell is, after all, Expelliarmus.
Harry and Ron continued together, "Would you like to-"
Ginny stuck out her hand causing the duo to pause, "Let us stop you right there" she started. "We already have dates to the Yule Ball" (y/n) finished.
"WHAT?" The two yelled as they faced their sisters with at first a look of shock and then a one of anger . Slowly, they continued, "With who?"
Ginny then stood up, towering over the boys, "If you must know, Dean Thomas" she then turned and walked away. The duo then turned their gazes to (y/n), "Neville" she shrugged.
They were left speechless which lead (y/n) to turn and follow after Ginny.
*Time Skip to Yule Ball*
Everyone was ready, leaving (y/n) the last one to leave the dorm. While going down the stairs, she stopped at the sound of a voice, her best friends voice, "Now, you better treat her right and act like a complete gentleman tonight, understand "
(Y/n) then proceeded down the rest of the staircase, stopping at the last step, "Hermione, leave the poor boy alone, or I'll go and give Krum the same speech, but a lot more threatening"
"Well sorry for wanting you to have a great night" Hermione then smiled and left the common room. Neville stood their, jaw dropped as he looked at your curled (h/c) and beautiful flowing (f/c) dress. After a few moments of staring he finally stumbled out, "Y-you look amazing"
(Y/n) smirked, "You don't look too bad yourself, shall we"
Neville returned the smile and held out his arm, (y/n) then linked it with her own and they were on their way.
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After who knows how long of dancing, (y/n) turned to Neville, "Why don't we take a break, it looks like the guys want to talk to you", she pointing at the very excited looking Dean and Seamus.
"Alright"
(Y/n) then made her way to her brother and best friends table, both looking gloom and alone.
"Did you two actually manage to loose both your dates?"
"Shut it" Ron stated, harshly.
"Geez, chill, wanna talk about it" she asked as she sat down.
"No" Harry said, still looking at the dance floor, "I'm going to get a drink, care to join me Ron?"
"Fine" he answered.
The two then got up and walked away, leaving (y/n) sitting at the table alone until Neville came over a stuck out his hand, "Care for one last dance?"
"Gladly" she accepted his hand and they made their way back to the dance floor to enjoy one last dance before evenings end.
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The two made their way back to the common room, arms linked, (y/n) shivered, "How are you not freezing right now?" She asked.
"It's cause I have a ton of layers, here", they stopped and Neville took of his cape, draping it around her shoulders, "Thanks, Nev", she smiled enjoying his warmth. He smiled in return and they were back on their way.
The two then stopped at the staircase leading to the girls dorm, "Well, the is me" (y/n) smirked, "Thank you for tonight, if it wasn't for you I would've had to go with Ron" she visibly cringed.
"Well thank you, cause if you said no it would've just been me and Trevor doing homework all night"
The two giggled and smiled at each other and heard "(y/n) (m/n) Potter, I can hear you, get your butt up here"
"Well I better go before Ginny kills me"
Before (y/n) turned to go up the staircase she took Neville's face in her hands and kissed him gently on the lips, feeling his face turn red she stopped and said "Thanks again, it's was an amazing night" she then turned and made her way upstairs.
Once in the dormitory (y/n) smiled and flopped on the bed, the girls then bombarded her with questions, "How was tonight"
Mr moony greets Potter Jr. with so much love, he will give you chocolate if he could
Mr padfoot would like to tell Potter Jr. that he will always be there even Potter Jr. can’t see him
Mr prongs is just like HOLLY FUCK IT’S HARRY FREAKING POTTER! MY BOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYY! COME AND LET’S HUG!!!!! Ps. hug the map please Harry
Mr freddie still thinking of his alias and very dissapointed because Potter Jr. Doesn’t want to talk to him because he is not your “dads” But whatever, COME AND JOIN THE BIG BOYS!
Steph: in my high school English class we read a story about this woman who killed her husband with a frozen lamb leg and then while she was waiting for the police to come after calling them, she cooked it up and fed it to them as a thanks. And like that the murder weapon was gone. I aspire to be that woman.
blood sweat and tears (criminal minds!au fred weasley x reader)
summary: Special Agent Fred Weasley does nothing but tease you as the new rookie agent but when a case goes wrong feelings are revealed, but is it too late?
a/n: It’s finally here!!! My criminal minds fic ive been thinking about for months is finally done! Its not an exact AU of Criminal minds they just work at the BAU and hunt serial killers
warnings: Blood, violence, mentions of guns, stab wounds, creepy guy, mentions of dead bodies, mentions of death, some graphic descriptions of murder, you know your typical criminal minds stuff, one small mention of throwing up
Of course you had to be late today. Of course it had to be the day after Fred had teased you relentlessly about coming into meetings late. The day after you snapped at him for it and made him smirk at you with that cocky annoying face of his.
This stupid elevator couldn’t go fast enough. It also didn’t help that you were new meaning everyone had their eye on you to see if you screwed up. Finally the doors open to the floor you need to be at. Rushing past people you hurry up the stairs into the meeting room, ignoring the stares of everyone else as you hurry up the steps.
“Nice of you to finally join us.” Oliver’s voice was stern as you entered the room.
“I’m so sorry there was an accident on my way here.” You quickly try to explain yourself as you take your seat. Which is unfortunately next to Fred.
“It’s alright we’re still waiting for Hermione’’ Angelina adds, making you feel a little better.
As conversation picks up you feel like an outsider. Of course that comes with being new but it leaves you all the time in the world to sit and worry about getting fired.
“So what’s the real reason you were late?” Fred whispers in your ear.
Without even having to look you can just hear the grin on Fred’s face. Ever since you got here he had been non stop teasing you. Always pointing out the little mistakes you made while boasting his own accomplishments. He was cocky as shit and it pissed you off. It pissed you off more knowing that despite all of that you couldn’t dent the small crush that was growing on him. His teasing made you mad and flustered. He was handsome as well but you refuse to do anything about it as dating your coworker is not on your to do list.
“I told you there was an accident on the road Fred.” You roll your eyes as you try to focus on the conversation between Angelina and Alicia.
"Alright, time for dancing partners, (y/l/n) and Weasley"
Four ginger heads bopped up and looked at each other then at Professor McGonagall, "Uh, Minnie dear" George started, "You're going to have to be more specific" Fred finished.
"First of all, it's Professor McGonagall to you and secondly it's (y/l/n) and F. Weasley."
The twins looked at each other and smirked, "Brilliant."
Once all partners were announced a tall ginger made their way to (y/n), "Shall we, m'lady"
(y/n) smirked, "Sure, just a minute"
(y/n) took a hold of the twins arm and dragged him towards his brother and his partner, she turned to the girl and said "I believe this belongs to you" and pushed George towards her and made her way back to her spot, "Coming Freddie?"
The twins stared at the girl in awe, Fred then shook his head and ran to catch up.
"That was bloody brilliant, how could you tell us apart, my mom can barely do that."
"I've been friends with you for years, you tend to pick up a few things"
"Well, I'm impressed"
After a while of 'dancing', more like swaying in circles, the two were bored to say the least. Then out of nowhere (y/n) started giggling, "What (y/n/n)?"
"I was just thinking, all of the heads of houses have to teach dancing for the Yule Ball, right?"
Fred nodded
"All I can picture is Snape slowing dancing with Malfoy, the same way McGonagall did with Ron"
"Oh my god"
The partners then burst out laughing, causing a lot of the room to stare. Fred then added, "Just imagine Snape, 'Hands on my waist Malfoy'"
The two again lost it. McGonagall then looked at them, "Well, I think that's enough dancing for today, you are dismissed"
Fred and (y/n) basically had to hold each other upright as they walked out the room, still laughing like maniacs.
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