“𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖
𝕃𝕖𝕥 𝕘𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕦𝕡
𝕊𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤
𝕆𝕙, 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖”
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“𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖
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𝕊𝕠 𝕡𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤
𝕆𝕙, 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖”
Sleepy Fremione Snuggles to make the day brighter. 💕
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Fred : You know Hermione, you look very unapproachable
Hermione *turning the page of her book, trying to focus* : And yet, here you are
Fred: My future wife is probably pretending to laugh at her boyfriend’s jokes right now.
Fred: Be patient, my queen. A true clown is on his way.
And here we are on the third Friday dedicated to these two!! I'm really having a lot of fun making scenes about these two characters of which I've always written ff and imagine how their story would go if only it were canon!!
Fremione had to exist Rowliiiinggg!!!
HP Social Media AU ↠ Dating!Fred + Hermione on Instagram
“Well, we’ve come to an impasse,” Hermione says solemnly.
Fred presses his lips together and hangs his head. “I don’t know if I can do it.”
“What does this mean for us?” she asks warily.
With a slight shake of his head, Fred slumps towards the table. “It’s the end of the road, I guess.”
“We don’t have to call it yet, we’re having a good time,” she points out, reaching across the table to grab Fred’s hand. In return, he squeezes her hand.
“But I’m done. And you’ve… You’ve made your choice.”
Hermione stares at the cup in front of her and hums. “There’s really nothing I can do to convince you?”
Fred glances at her with narrowed eyes. “To drink a peppermint mocha? No, Hermione. I’m not drinking chocolate toothpaste.”
She throws her hands up. “It’s not chocolate toothpaste! And we’re not ending our bloody date fifteen minutes in because you can’t pace yourself.”
“But your drink smells, ‘Mine,” Fred whines.
Hermione uses her free hand to pick up her mug and takes a sip. “Oh, you’ll taste it yet,” she hums.
“I am not drinking that horrible concoction,” Fred says.
Hermione smirks over the mug at him and squeezes his hand. Fred feels like, somehow, he’s just lost.
(Fifteen minutes later when he leans across the table to kiss her and gets the overwhelming taste of peppermint, he understands that he absolutely did lose.)
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HAPPY HOLIDAYS, @mamisketches !! As you know, I was working on a fic, but life happened, and that fic gave me so much trouble, so it has been delayed by a few weeks. It will still be coming, and I will still gift it to you, but in the meantime, here’s a little gifset and drabble!!
Fred : You know Hermione, you look very unapproachable
Hermione *turning the page of her book, trying to focus* : And yet, here you are
WEASLEYS!
Just a collection of Fred. Or is it George? Forge? Gred? Well the last one is definitely Fred because, you know, TWO EARS. Anyways, ✨twin supremacy✨The twins were always my favorites and now that I’m on a Fremione kick, I’m really going through it.
Don’t mind me happily living in a world where Fred doesn’t die for any stupid goddamn reason. 😘
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I Can't Wait
Word Count: 1,324
Summary: You NEVER interrupt someone when they are reading a book.
Warning: Just two people disgustingly in love. And Fred's poorly mentioning Pablo Neruda's love poem 14.
“I’ve been thinking”, said George, “We should sell the whizbangs as a bundle instead of individually you know because...” “Mmmhmmm”, Fred interrupted absentmindedly, “Yup”.
Unexpected Visitor || Fred Weasley
Title: Unexpected Visitor Summary: Fred’s day doesn’t go as planned when an unexpected visitor shows up at his office Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI! This contains, daddy kink, breeding kink, cockwarming, unportected vaginal sex, dirty talk, degradation. A/N: ceo!fred is back!!! Also pls creampie responsibly! Tags: @pandaxnienke @raerae27 @hufflrpuffforfred @theweasleysredhair @dracoswhore007 @amourtentiaa @lexymoniqu @p0tat0nug @levylovegood @mischiefisbeingmanaged @littleweaslette @inglourious-imagines @darthwheezely @rosaliepostsstuff @prismarts @thisismysketchbook @freds-slut @izzyyy-1 @gwhogwartslover @rqmanoff @amarabln @hey-kenna @haroldpotterson @fancy-pantaloons @fand0mskullfa1ry
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“Mr. Weasley, your wife is here to see you.”
Fred can’t help the smile that tugs on the corners of his mouth as his secretary’s voice comes through the intercom on his desk and he immediately reaches forward to hit the button that allows him to answer her.
“You can send her in, thanks Sherri.”
Leaning back in his chair Fred beckons Y/N closer as she steps through the door, pushing back from his desk so he can pull her into his lap as soon as she’s within reach. “Well, well, well,” he drawls, one arm wrapping around her waist while the other cups her cheek so he can thread his fingers through her hair, “What a nice surprise this is.”
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Summary: The night of Bill and Fleur’s wedding leads to Y/N realizing she has feelings for a certain red headed twin.
Warning: smut! 18+ only
It was the night of Bill and Fleur’s wedding, and it had been a very eventful night indeed. During the reception they had received word that the Ministry of Magic had fallen, a fight breaking out when Death Eaters had arrived looking for Harry, who made it out with Ron and Hermione.
Afterwards Y/N had sat in the living room by the fire with the Weasley’s, Remus, and Tonks discussing the nights events, and what the days ahead would bring well after midnight. Remus and Tonks had bid everyone goodnight and left, followed by Bill and Fleur. Molly ushered her kids to bed, insisting Y/N stay the night instead of going home to her apartment by herself.
Though Y/N was grateful for this, she tossed and turned in Ron’s bed (Molly had insisted she sleep here instead of her usual cot in Ginny’s room when staying at the Burrow, saying it would be more comfortable and Ron wasn’t here) unable to fall asleep.
Instead of getting sleep, she was thinking of her years at Hogwarts and Christmas and Summer holidays at the Burrow. Her first year at Hogwarts, she became fast friends with the two Weasley twins when they had pulled a break on a nasty Slytherin girl who had called Y/N a mudblood, and the three had been inseparable ever since. She had come to stay with the boys a few weeks every Summer, swimming in the pond, playing quidditch, and helping the boys with their chores and summer reading that they never started until she got there. And almost as many Christmas holidays she would come to the Burrow, making them watch her favorite muggle Christmas movies, wrap presents, and bake cookies the muggle way. And even now after the three had left Hogwarts, Y/N lived in an apartment right across from Fred and George and helped them at their Joke Shop.
But the reason she was reminiscing on all of these memories was because she was trying to figure something out. Exactly when she had fallen in love with Fred.
The realization that she was in love with her best friend hit her like a brick wall, only a few hours ago. During the fight earlier, she couldn’t spot Fred anywhere and he was all she could think about. When things finally calmed down she had ran to the front of the house, screaming his name, and when she finally saw him emerging from the tall grass with George and Remus she had fling herself into his arms, relieved that he was alright. And that’s when she knew.
“Oh, fuck this.” She said to herself climbing out of bed and walking across the hall to Fred’s room. Before opening his door she took a deep breath and thought, here goes nothing.
She quietly opened the door, slipped inside, shutting the door behind her and leaning her back against it, whispering, “Freddie?”
The candle Fred had lit on his bedside table barely illuminated him, though she could see him, laying on his back bare chested with his arms folded behind his head. He was awake too.
“You can’t sleep either?”
She shook her head.
Fred pulled his covers back and pat the space beside him, “Come on.”
Y/N hurried the short distance across the room and crawled into the bed beside him, laying her head in his chest. He pulled his covers over her and wrapped his arms around her waste.
“Are you alright?” He asked rubbing his fingers in calming circles on her back. All she was wearing was the t-shirt he had given her earlier and her underwear.
She smiled at his comforting movements, “Better now.”
He pulled her closer to him. All Fred ever wanted was to be her comfort, her person, her home. Like she was for him.
Y/N breathed in the scent of him, feeling even more calm when she smelt cinnamon. She let out a little chuckle when she realized why she always burned cinnamon scented candles at home, because it reminded her of him.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.” She shook her head snuggling her face closer into the crook of his neck.
He grabbed her hand that she had placed on his chest up to his lips, kissing her knuckles one by one and said, “I feel better now too. I’m glad you came in.”
She moved her head back to look into his eyes, and the look she saw their stirred her enough to make her brave again. She took her hand from his grasp and placed it on his cheek, “Fred, life is too short for me to keep this in anymore.”
Before he could answer she crashed her lips against his. She felt his sudden surprise at first, and stillness, before bringing his hands into her hair and kissing her back, slipping his tongue into her mouth both exploring each other, savoring the moment.
They broke apart to catch their breath, only for a few seconds before he brought his mouth to her neck, nibbling and kissing at the sensitive spots there, causing a moan to escape from her lips. She felt him smile against her skin in response, and he kissed from her neck along her jaw and to her lips again.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked leaning up now to look at her seriously.
Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, “No, please don’t stop kissing me.”
“Where do you want me to kiss you?” He smirked.
“Everywhere.”
He pulled his shirt over her head, “God, you’re stunning.” He said before kissing down her neck and to the curve of her breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, before continuing his trail of kisses down her stomach, reaching the band of her underwear.
He looked up into her lust filled eyes, smiling, “Do you want me to..?”
“Please, Freddie.” She whined.
He slowly pulled her underwear down her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs as he went, causing her to moan again. Fred brought his mouth back to her center, licking and sucking.
“So wet for me already, such a good girl.” He put his index finger inside her slowly working his way in and out of her while he continued to use his mouth on her.
“Fred, I’m so close.” She groaned.
He trailed kisses back up her stomach, her chest, her jaw, to her lips, still continuing to rub her clit with his fingers. Leaning over top of her he looked into her eyes and said, “Go ahead baby come for me.”
“Not yet, I want you inside of me.” She reached down to pull his boxers down, taking his length in her hands, pumping him up and down.
Fred moaned with pleasure, before grabbing her wrist with his hands stopping her. He looked at her lovingly and said, “Y/N, you’re sure you want to do this? I know sometimes events like earlier make people do things they will regret later.” At the look she gave him he hurriedly said, “I know I wont regret this, I’ve thought about this moment a million times, but I want to make sure this is what you want.”
Y/N gently pushed him off of her, to where he was sitting up straight in front her, and she climbed on top of him, thighs on either side of him. “I’m not going to regret this either.” She kissed his lips, and he grabbed her ass pulling her closer to him, her center rubbing the tip of his penis. She lowered herself on top of him, starting a rhythm rocking into him causing him to roll his head back moaning.
“God Y/N you feel so good. You take me so good, love” He said looking at her blissful face again, he kissed every inch of her he could reach. “You’re so beautiful. I love you so much.”
Y/N pushed him until he was laying on his back and she road him faster as they both reached their climax, groaning each other’s names. Y/N rolled off of him, and Fred held her, kissing her lips again as they came down from their high.
“I love you too, you know.” She said snuggling into him.
“I do now.”
She leaned up and started to put her shirt back on before Fred stopped her, “what are you doing?”
“I better get back to my room.”
“Oh no you’re not, I don’t want to be without you anymore now that I know you love me too. You’re sleeping here with me.” He winked.
Y/N laughed, “What will the others think?”
“They’ll probably be bloody glad. I’ve only been pining over you since 4th year. Plus mum already thinks we’re dating no matter how many times I’ve said we’re not.”
Y/N laid her head back down on his chest, “Well, now you can tell her she’s right.”
Night and Shining Armor
Summary: Fred brings y/n home for Christmas break
Warning: smut! 18+ only
Fred laid on his couch, looking down at his best friend who laid fast asleep on his chest wondering how in the world he was going to explain this to his mother when she woke up in a few hours.
He was running his fingers through y/n’s hair when he heard the stairs creak behind him. Jumping slightly he peaked over the back of the couch, bracing himself just in case it was his mother. George just walked into the room rubbing his eye and yawning. Fred sighed, relieved.
George walked over to peak over the couch and smiled when he realized why his twin had been missing from their room, “when did y/n get here?” He asked.
“Shh!” Fred replied bring his finger to his mouth and shushing his brother, “she’s just finally fell asleep.”
George grabbed Fred’s hand and stared at his knuckles that were red and bruising, like he had hit something. “Bloody hell, Freddie. What happened?”
Fred looked down at his sleeping best friend lovingly, and started playing with her hair again, knowing that it was soothing to her even in her sleep. “She sent an owl asking for mum and dad to come get her and if she could stay here.. they left her home alone for Christmas with that bloody git. You know how he treats her, Georgie. I couldn’t wait til morning to go get her. And.. I kinda got into it with him when I got there.”
George ran his hand down his face. “You should have woke me up, mate. I would have went with you.”
“You didn’t read the letter. He was saying awful things to her. My blood was boiling, I wasn’t thinking straight.”
“Blimey. You’ve really got it bad for her mate.” George said laughing and shaking his head.
Pleasure Over Pain - F.W x reader
Anon: Can you please do a Fred Weasley x fem!reader smut where they're best friends and the reader asks him to take her virginity?? Basically, she's desperate to get rid of it but wants her first time to be with someone she trusts so she goes to him about it. He's a little sceptical at first because he's been harboring feelings for the girl for practically forever but eventually gives it. He starts out by fingering her but doesn't let her finish and then she cockwarms him where he makes her cum off of nothing but his voice before he finally fucks her with like a major breeding kink. If that's okay and you don't mind?? Thank you so much love 💕
Warnings: Smut +18, Dom! Fred Weasley, sub!reader, edging, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, cockwarming, voice kink, breeding kink, praise, degradation, lots of pet names, heavy dirty talk, slight corruption and innocence kink, subspace, choking kink, cream pie,
Word Count: 1.7k
A//N: I didn’t drag it on for to long with the skeptical Fred part but I tried to add everything else! 🥰 I hope you enjoy baby!
Attention-Seeker
Pairing: Fred Weasley x female reader
Warnings: Smut (minors dni), unprotected sex (cuz fiction), tit sucking, oral (female receiving), handjob, light dirty talk, Fred is kinda a brat
Summary: Fred Weasley is tired of his girlfriend not giving him enough attention.
A/n: No stealing. Like it? Reblog. Make any requests if you want, not sure if I can get to them any time in the near future though.
Finals were in two weeks and you couldn’t afford to waste a single moment. Every minute you had outside of class was being spent holed up in either the library or your dorm cramming and trying to figure out what the fuck was the difference between a fairy and a pixie.
All you could care about was studying; it didn’t matter if other aspects of your life had to be put on the backburner until then, even if it meant ignoring Fred Weasley as he snuggled his face into your stomach as he laid on the bed shirtless.
You weren’t even sure at what point he came in, or even how he managed to sneak up into the girls’ dormitories in the first place. Fred always somehow got past the enchantments that prevented boys from climbing up the stairs; you never questioned it since first off, he’s Fred Weasley, there were very little things he can’t pull off, and also you weren’t sure if you wanted to know the answer. He had found you sitting on your bed cross-legged, parchments scurried all around as you studied intensely. You were so focused that you hardly even regarded him as he walked over and made himself at home on your comforter.
Fred had tried to grab your attention by striking up conversation, only receiving mere grunts and “hm?” in response. Unfazed, he went on to mindlessly play with your hair as you continued to look over your notes. Running his fingers through your hair, the way he knew got you tingly each time you two got intimate, he casually pushed it to the side in order to place soft ticklish kisses along your shoulder and up your neck.
“Not now,” you muttered, shrugging him off just as he lightly bit your earlobe. “I need to finish this.”
He huffed, and, like the brat he was, adjusted himself in order to lay his head down on your crossed lap; he looked up at you expectedly, amber eyes glittering.
“I don’t have time for this,” you sighed, not setting down your papers but also not pushing him off. “Just go hang out with George or something.”
But go he did not. Fred was unbelievably horny. Ever since exam season arrived, you’ve hardly given your own boyfriend the time of day. Your bedtime activities have hit a sudden hiatus, and Fred wasn’t the type to go cold turkey. He wasn’t leaving this room until he at least got something out of you.
His head remained firmly in your lap and you just decided to leave him be. Time passed and you two remained in that position as Fred continued to try and focus your attention on himself.
He wrapped his arms around your torso, creeping his hands up your shirt in order to fiddle with your bra strap. There was no resistance from you as he unclasped it and pulled it out and began playing with your bare breasts, shirt still on. You bit your lip lightly as he continued to flick you nipples but determinedly focused on your homework. A task that became considerably harder when Fred decided to pull your shirt over his head in order to start sucking on your tits, tongue flicking playfully. You let out a small squeak, and gave him a light-hearted slap on the arm.
“Later!”
All you received in return was a frustrated grunt, but he complied and took his head out. Instead, Fred sat up and pulled his own shirt off, leaving his upper-body completely bare. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, knowing this was his way to try and distract you.
You had always loved looking at Fred’s body. Obviously he was very fit, being the Beater for the Gryffindor Quidditch team after all, but it wasn’t in an obnoxious muscular way. It was more subtle, in a way where you only realized how toned he was when your were tracing along his arms, admiring the blanket of freckles that decorated his shoulders. But now wasn’t the time for that.
Casually, he rested his head back on your lap, burying his face into your stomach, snuggling. This much intimacy was fine, you’d allow it. But of course it wasn’t enough for Fred.
It was long before he hands were already exploring your body once more, particularly at the end of your skirt, his fingers inching up your led and tracing your stocking. Eventually he pulled them off— placing a trail of light kisses on your inner thigh, making your breath hitch.
At last, you decided to indulge him just slightly. You though providing him with a little pleasure might let him back off on his advances and finally give yourself room to think. Not even looking up from your notes, you reached down to his trousers and began to palm his cock through the fabric. Fred let out a low groan, lifting himself off your thigh.
His body began to jerk, long limbs stretching across the mattress and hips rutting in the direction of your hand in order to increase the friction. Panting, he cried out your name.
“More…”
“Don’t be greedy,” you said, rustling through your notes. He let out a small whine and shifted, lifting up your leg so he could have a view of your clothed cunt.
“C’mon, sweetheart,” he urged, leaning in to leave a firm kiss directly on your clit, still covered under your panties. You just barely held back your moan. “It’ll make for a good stress-reliever…”
He continued this action until he could feel your grip on his cock begin to weaken as you started to submit into the urge. Hearing the papers finally slip out your fingers and scatter to the floor, he silently celebrated and eagerly tugged off your panties.
“Oh, sweetie, how much have you been holding back until now?” he cooed as he admired the view. You were much better at hiding your pleasure than it appeared; your cunt was already dripping and pulsing for satisfaction. Not wanting to waste a single moment, Fred dived in.
You let out a gasp as he ate you out like a dog lapping out of its bowl, leaning back to place your back completely on the bed. His tongue circled your clit just before he began to suck to area, causing you to cry out his name in ecstasy.
“F-fred!” you whimpered, feeling unbelievably turned-on. “I-I–”
“Shh, just let this happen,” he said, head still in between your thighs. “You have no idea how long I’ve been holding back.”
So you simply let out another moan and gripped the sheets as he continued on his work. His tongue swirled inside you and you were just about to reach your peak, a knot in your stomach pulling tighter and tighter when suddenly he stopped.
Coming up for air, Fred lifted his heads and locked eyes with you. He started to unbuckle his pants.
“Take off your shirt. I want to see your tits bounce as I fuck you dumb. Let all that studying go to waste.”
You listened, swiftly unbuttoning your top as he pulled off his he rest of his clothes. His cock was already hard, and dripping with precum. He helped you out of your skirt before positioning himself to your entrance, hands firmly on your waist.
He pushed himself inside, arising a sharp intake of breath from the both of you. Soon enough, he was thrusting.
You two had been together long enough that it wasn’t wrong until you fell into the right rhythm. Fred’s hips snapped to yours forcefully and you moved your waist to his thrust in order to get his cock deeper inside of you. You couldn’t stop your whines and moans as his pace started to get rougher.
“Yeah? You like that? I can feel yourself getting tighter around m’cock,” Fred grunted, gripping your waist even tighter. He then used one of his hands in order to thumb your clit, increasing the volumes your pleasure to a new level. “Tell me how you feel.”
“Good. I f-feel good,” you gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist. “S-so good, Freddy.”
“You better remember this the next time you try to ignore me then,” he growled, leaning over to bite your lightly on the shoulder. “Forget exams. I’m the one you should focus on. OWLs could never make you feel as good as I do.”
“No. Only you,” you breathe, grasping Fred by the neck as he began to leave a trail of marks along your collarbone. He was numbing the rest of your senses. At that moment, he was the only one who existed in the universe. “I only want you right now.”
You could feel him smirk against your skin. Stars were appearing in your eyes and you reached out to kiss him. You could taste yourself in his mouth as your tongues tangled together.
It wasn’t long until you could once again feel the familiar tug in your stomach. The burning pit in your belly. You were just about to be sent over the edge.
“Fred, I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m about to cum, I—” you groan and he continued to thrust into you.
“Cum with me doll.”
In a couple more harsh snaps, you were both groaning, drowning in the pleasures of your orgasms and burning in your bliss.
Fred pulled himself out, causing you to sharply inhale, and he fell down at your side, breathing heavily. You leaned over and placed a kiss on his temple. Just as you were pulling away, he caught a quick kiss on the lips, which you happily leaned into.
“Happy now?” He nodded giddily, wrapping his arms around your waist. You smirk and sit up, releasing yourself from his grasp. “Then could you please let me study now?”
himerostia
pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader
summary: Amortentia is the most powerful love potion. Fred decides to create something similar, Himerostia. While creating the potion things go wrong, putting the two of you in a precarious situation.
wc: 3.9k
warnings: 18+, mdni, smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex (m to f), blow job, vaginal sex, cream pie, consensual non-consensual (it’s because sex pollen), multiple orgasms
a/n: this is my first time writing like a sex pollen style fic so please be kind. i also plan on writing a feral!remus fic along the same-ish lines. also himeros is the erote of sexual desire and unrequited love. so that’s why i called it himerostia
“Is that another batch of love potion?”
“Nope, something special.” Fred’s eyes glinted as they flicked up from the cauldron to your gaze. A subtle smirk adorned his face. You remember the day he came to you, asking for your expert opinion on how to make love potion. As much as you didn’t want to tell him you did, feelings mudding your opinion. It was no secret that you liked Fred, he even knew. A long drunken night at Hogwarts had revealed that ‘secret’.
“Something special? I’m not sure if I can trust that, Weasley.”
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Things guys normally do that look terribly hot when Fred does them
It's canon, he told me himself.
Leaning on the door frame while talking to you
Running the hands through his hair subconsciously, when he's thinking or when he's sweaty after quidditch practice
Stretching, just that. When he's tired in the mornings, or even if he's trying to reach something that's really high and his shirt lifts a little
Helping younger students. no explanation needed here, it's just hot when he helps kids
Being protective, not in a possessive way but in a hold my hand I don't wanna loose you way
Rolling up his shirt sleeves, does this need an explanation too or...?