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Hallo. 26, curly hair, she/her. Just to say this is a secondary blog. Requests welcome :) xx

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So last month my fixation was cross stitch, this month its writing. I've not been writing fanfiction for ages so I'm a bit rusty.

So if anyone fancies sending a request, to help give my writing direction, come at me.

I do used to do One Direction but mainly I'm into Harry Potter.

So any requests anyone?

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How does my fanfiction still get likes? Like once in a blue moon but I wrote that stuff at university, we're talking 6 or 7 years ago, like how does that stuff even get seen?

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Masterpost

Preferences

Preference #1- Happy Father’s Day

Preference #2- Little Black Dress

Preference #3- His child doesn’t like you so they split you up the get you back together

Zayn (Part 1) (Part 2)

Liam (Part 1) (Part 2)

Niall (Part 1) (Part 2)

Louis (Part 1) (Part 2)

Harry (Part 1) (Part 2)

Preference #4- He gets your best friend pregnant but you stay with him

Zayn (Part 1)(Part 2)

Liam (Part 1)(Part 2)

Niall (Part 1)(Part 2)

Louis (Part 1)(Part 2)

Harry (Part 1)(Part 2)

Preference #5- Child asks for another sibling but your already pregnant

Preference #6- He asks you to sign a prenup

Preference #7- He gets carsick

Preference #8- He gets wedgied

Preference #9- He gets a migraine and you look after him

Others by boy

Harry

Oneshots/long imagines

Baby love

Taking Care of my World

Because I Love You

Friends

Secret Night

Graupel

Youth

The End of the Universe - Part 2 number 1  Part 2 number 2  Part 2 number 3

Promise Me

They’re Just Owwww

Fanfiction

Can’t Wait (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

Niall

Oneshots/long imagines

I’m Coming Home

Like Dat Film (Part 1) (Part 2)

Daddy

Fanfiction

I Don’t Wanna Love Somebody Else

Louis

Oneshots/long imagines

Civilised

Me First

Home sick

Fanfiction

A Brother Like You (AO3) **Isobel has always loved her brother, maybe a little too much…but she discovers just how much she is willing to do to make sure he gets exactly what he deserves.**

None specific/All

Date Night(Non-specific)

Guilt Ridden Daydream(Non-specific)

Dentists Have Fillings Too (All)(but mainly Harry and some Niall))

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I've reposted it so many times but these are all my old bits all in one place. I've not been on for ages and ages but they're here if you want a look. Feel free to send any messages or requests. I've got a lot of free time 🙄

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Head over heels (Harry Styles Imagine)

I've been proper into just cuddly fluffy shit just recently. I think the lack of human contant is driving me insane. So here's some funny random shit that I thought of.

Also I haven't written anything in such a long time, so I'm a little out of practise. Feel free to tell me how shit it is haha

The lights were off in you bedroom and you rolled over in bed to see Harry with his phone in his hand doing some sort of crossword he'd been trying to figure out all day, the screen lighting his face and the headboard around him.

You watched him for a few minutes looking puzzled, typing and then deleting words every so often until you disturbed his thoughts with a random question.

"Would you still love me if I had no head?"

He turned his head towards you, a confused look on his face. He wasn't sure how to respond.

"What?"

You repeated yourself. "Would you love me, if I didn't have a head?"

"I don't know." He replied, "Would you love me?"

"Without a head?"

He nodded slowly.

"Probably not, no."

Harry laughed at the lack of hesitation in your voice.

"That was quick."

You just smiled.

"Have you been thinking about this extensively?"

You shook your head and rolled your eyes. "No obviously not." You sat up slightly. "I mean, if you didn't have YOUR head, and just had another one, then yeah probably, I would. It'd be alright." He placed his phone on the side table and started laying down.

"But if you just had no head at all...then no. Because that's creepy."

"Me with no head would be creepy would it?"

"Yeah, I'm not living with a headless man. That's weird." You put your head on your pillow next to his, close enough to see his face in the dark.

"So if i decided I didn't need my head anymore...?" he smirked.

"Ok, so now you're being silly, aren't you."

You turned over to face away from him. If he wasn't going to take your question seriously then you weren't going to face him.

"No, don't." He whispered, pulling on your shoulder. You rolled onto your back and glared at him. He smirked and his nostrils flared slightly. "I think yes, I would. But if you do lose your head, don't quote me on it."

You huffed a quiet laugh.

And then, as silly as this was, that's when the thought came to him.

I'm gonna marry you one day.

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My friends went to London without telling me and I got upset but then remembered I helped plan a holiday without one of them...

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Looking for help with a theatre piece

I am working on a project. I want to ask people questions about the world they live and who they are and for them to answer truthfully. I am asking for people to answer these questions for me. These answers will be made into a written piece of theatre. I need people who will be truthful with me, from all walks of life, all countries, all religions, all genders, if english is your first language or not. I dont know if this will amount to anything, but I want to try. If you are interested in answering these questions for me, getting your voice and opinion over, message me for more details please.

Thank you xxx

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interviewer: so how about the tour?

harry: I don't know

narrator voice: he did, in fact, know

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The Yule Ball Fiasco (part 1)

So, the main characters Mimi Johnson, she’s in the same year as Hermione, Harry and Ron but she also takes 5th year potions…. This fic starts when she’s in first year but it’s complicated and I’ve been writing it in bits and pieces so…this is a bit from the middle because I’m just too excited to share. Her and Fred have been secretly dating since…some time previous. I mean I’m not 100% sure on the time frame yet but it’ll get there. So they’re secretly dating but they haven’t actually been like “Hey be my girlfriend?” “Cool, wanna be my boyfriend?” so it’s kind of neither here nor there. I really wanted the characters to be good but I know people do stupid things when they’re teenagers and angry at people so here’s some people doing stupid things to the people they like. xxxx

P.s. This is going to be in two parts because I got excited and wrote so damn much… xx please enjoy :)

Hermione shoved the books into her bag and huffed following Mimi out into the corridor. “You going to find the boys?” “Yes, they’ll be up in Divination. So, I’ll find them easy.” She pushed her bag round onto her back, trying not to knock anyone in the crowed corridor. The began making their way down the corridor, Mimi to find the stairs down to the dungeons and Hermione to try and find Harry and Ron after their Divination lesson. Until Mimi heard her name was being thrown down the corridor. “Yo, Mimi?” The boy slowly made his way down the corridor towards her. “Hey Max.” she said loudly over the rattle of students. Hermione stopped next to her to see what they boy wanted. “Has anyone asked you to the ball yet?” “Erm…no. No, not yet.” Mimi said reluctantly. “Do you want to go with me?” The boy said confidently. Suddenly a wave of people around them made their way into the court yard, sweeping Max, up with them. “Max, mate you coming?” One said. “What do you say, Mi?” Max shouted from a little further away, trying to fight his way back to the stunned girl. “Erm…Maybe, I …” “Think about it, I’ll talk to you later.” He said, giving up and going with the wave of students going to his next class along with his Hufflepuff classmates.

On her way to lunch the next day Mimi found herself being cornered by the twins, the excuse being to talk about the homework Snape had set them the other day in potions. George seemed like he wanted to talk about the homework. He wanted to know if Mimi had done it and if she possibly had any tips to get it done in less than an hour, but she didn’t finish explanation of anything before he was pulled away by someone complimenting him on his Quidditch practice the other day, and calling him Fred. Mimi felt her arm being pulled backwards towards the edge of the group of sixth years moving into the great hall. “Max Cresing asked you to the Yule Ball, didn’t he?” Fred said when everyone had moved off and they were alone. “Yes.” “And what did you say?” “Well, technically I said maybe bu-” He gritted his teeth, before turning on his heel, fists balling at his side before she could finish her sentence. When he got to the bottom of the staircase he changed his mind quickly, turning back around making his way back to you, you still not having moved from where he had left you. “I thought-“ Fred pulled Mimi to the side of the corridor, just to the side of the door. “I thought we were going together?” “You never asked me.” “No, but I thought it-“ Before this sentence Mimi hadn’t been annoyed, she hadn’t even been slightly irritated; but now she was. “You thought? You assumed.” Mimi looked sheepishly at your feet having spoken so angrily. “I don’t ask for much, Fred. You want to keep us between us, then fine; I’ve said I’m ok with that. It’s quite nice you keeping something quiet.” She smiled and stepped slightly closer, wanting to put her hand on his chest but moving away quickly and sternly. “But if you want to go to the ball with me,” She continued, “you have to ask me properly. You can’t just assume.” And with that, she turned and made her way to lunch.

Later that evening Mimi was sitting alone at a small table in the common room having not spoken to Fred for the rest of the day. It seemed like he’d been actively avoiding her all day and she wasn’t sure whether she was annoyed or relieved. He was sat across the room now with George doing something quietly, very unlike them normally but this year so far they’d been quite secretive about a lot of things. ‘Not that that was new for Fred’ Mimi thought to herself whenever she thought about it. Though she would always push it to the back of her mind when he looked up at her and smiled slightly, as she drifted back to her book. This time though he did not look up. He was totally focused on what they were talking about. They both got up from their seats, coming towards her table, making her panic slightly, but they passed her table and made their way to Ron’s that was next to hers. She moved her book up to cover her face when she saw Fred turn to look behind him in her direction before sitting down. The pages were too close to her face to read properly but she didn’t feel like she could remove it. “Ron, can we borrow Pigwidgeon?” She heard George ask. Just a normal conversation; nothing exciting. The book had moved a little way down in its own time, making it much easier to focus on the writing on the pages. Mimi tried to focus but the importance of aconite in potions just wasn’t holding her attention enough anymore. She thought about going to bed and just leaving it all for tonight, she had plenty of time to do this homework and she wasn’t feeling it right now. “So … you lot got dates for the ball yet?” As Fred said this her ears pricked up again. “Nope,” Ron answered his brother who was now leaning on the table his elbows on the table.  “Well, you’d better hurry up, mate, or all the good ones will be gone,” said Fred. “Who’re you going with, then?” said Ron. Mimi felt her chest go tight. This afternoon he’d probably answer that easily but now, he seemed all confident but… “Angelina.” Mimi dropped her book on the table in front of her. Luckily it had made its way down in space, only hovering a couple centimetres above the surface so it didn’t make a very loud noise but it still made her jump. “What?” said Ron, taken aback.  “You’ve already asked her?” “Good point,” said Fred. He turned his head and called across the common room, “Oi! Angelina!” Mimi’s eyes were no longer looking at the book in her hands but, like some other people around her, she was looking towards the girl Fred was shouting to. Angelina, sitting near the fire with her friends, turned to shout back. “What?” “Want to come to the ball with me?” “All right, then,” she said, turning back to her friends. “There you go,” smirked Fred to the boys in front of him, “piece of cake.” Mimi looked at the back of his head, trying not to cry. ‘Piece of cake.’ he’d said. She tried to lift the book up to cover her face, trying to cover the redness and the tears threatening to come out. She was not going to cry now. She was not going to be one of those girls. The book in her hands started to shake, through anger or through sheer panic , she didn’t know but she needed out of the situation. Fred noticed Mimi packing up her things quickly and fumbling around. “We’d better use a school owl then, George, come on… .” he said standing up and leaving the room with his brother. Mimi gave up trying to pack her things away neatly and just pulled her parchment and books into her arms, almost dragging them upstairs. She threw the things into her opened trunk, not caring that the book had fallen upside down and open. After sitting down on her bed, she swiftly decided that she did care that her book was like that and got up to pick it up, place it down neatly and sort through her papers so they wouldn’t crease. After sorting her papers quickly so they weren’t in any position to break, she slumped down in her bed, throwing the blanket over her. A few moments later Hermione came in in a rage. “I cannot believe them.” She shouted. Mimi didn’t say anything. “Well Ron mainly. Harry just seems to go along with whatever is being said, which I suppose might be worse, but Ron!!! He’s the ringleader here and he-“ She stopped suddenly realising that Mimi was yet to say anything.  “Are you ok?” “Me? Oh yeah I’m fine.” She lied. She was quite sure her friend knew she was lying but she wasn’t in any mood to explain to Hermione about everything and about why she was so sad. “Do you want to talk about it?” “Do you want to talk about why you’re so mad at Ron?” Hermione sat on her bed, her arms crossed. “He’s just infuriating.” “Of course, he is.” Mimi replied, sitting up and waiting for Hermione to start her rant properly, hoping it would take her mind off Fred Weasely.

On the next weekend, Mimi managed to catch Max before he sat down at his table in the great hall before dinner one night. “Max, hey.” “Hey Mi, how ar-“ “Have you managed to get another partner for the ball yet?” He smiled and shook his head. “Well,” she smiled back overly-sweetly, seeing Fred come into her peripheral vision. “I thought about it, and I want to say yes. If you still want to go with me?” He nodded in a friendly way. “Yeah sure. It’ll be fun.” She nodded again before turning away and making her way to a seat next to a Hermione at the Gryffindor table, who was silently excited that her friend had said yes to someone. She caught Fred’s eye on her way round, his face was slightly red, like he was trying to hold something in. ‘Good’ she thought. Fred and George sat opposite Lee Jordan at the end of the table, but before the food came out Fred changed his mind. “Sorry guys, I’m not feeling dinner. I’ll go and…read stuff through yeah?” He tried to catch Mimi’s eye as he passed the table but she avoided it with all her might. He’d done it, she’d done it, they both had dates now and he had no right to l look at her like that. A second later, she made a decision that she was sure she was going to regret but she couldn’t just leave it. Mimi’s eye went wide. “W-what?” Hermione stammered, confused. “I forgot I’ve got an essay due tomorrow. I need to go do it now. I can’t leave it.” She got up, and began ploughing down the hall. “But dinner?” Hermione shouted. “Bring me something.” She yelled back, before dashing down the hallway in search of Fred.

She got to the portrait and repeated the new password she’d been told, before crawling thought he hole behind it. “What did you do that for?” A voice asked her before she’d even stood up properly. “Why did you ask Angelina?” She inquired. They both stood silently for a minute, just staring into space. Fred eventually broke the silence. “I don’t know.” “You don’t know?” “I just did. I’m an idiot.” “I see.” “She’s alright. She’s really good at quidditch and I’ve known her for a long time…” “You don’t have to defend your decision. I don’t care why you like her.” Mimi sighed. “No she’s- She’s one of my best mates. And that’s it.” “That’s it?” “George and Lee just expected me to ask her.” He shrugged. “So you did. Didn’t think you went with peer pressure?” “I felt really childish afterwards but it’s not like I can take it back now. It’s not her fault I’m an idiot.” He took a breath before he continued, “I thought for a bit, ‘well maybe you wanted to go with Max, maybe you didn’t want to go with me at all’. I thought-“ “Well I’m going with him now so…It’s not his fault you’re an idiot.” She chuckled. “So what? You’re not mad or…?” “Oh no…I’m not happy. And you are an idiot. A massive prat I would say.” “Yep, a massive prat.” He repeated. “This doesn’t mean you’re forgiven.” “No, no, obviously not.” Fred made his way towards the boy’s dormitory staircase, looking back at the bottom of the stairs. “Am I still going to see you in Hogsmeade at the weekend?” “Maybe…if you buy me a butterbeer.” “Deal.”

The second part is actually at the ball and goodness me…things get tense. I need to finish writing the beginning bit of the next section but it is 10 to 2 in the morning and I’ve got a busy weekend so I really need sleep. I’ll get it done for Sunday at the latest :) xx

(Part 2)  (Part 3)

Any feedback is brilliant :)

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The Yule Ball Fiasco (Part 3)

(Part 1)  (Part 2)

So, the main characters Mimi Johnson, she’s in the same year as Hermione, Harry and Ron but she also takes 5th year potions…. This fic starts when she’s in first year but it’s complicated and I’ve been writing it in bits and pieces so…this is a bit from the middle because I’m just too excited to share. Her and Fred have been secretly dating since…some time previous. I mean I’m not 100% sure on the time frame yet but it’ll get there. So they’re secretly dating but they haven’t actually been like “Hey be my girlfriend?” “Cool, wanna be my boyfriend?” so it’s kind of neither here nor there. I really wanted the characters to be good but I know people do stupid things when they’re teenagers and angry at people so here’s some people doing stupid things to the people they like. xxxx

This is the last part of this, hopefully I’ll get more of the actual story worked out so I can share it soon :D xx

Everyone was tired the next morning. A few people had made their way down to breakfast, still groggy from staying up so late the night before and not totally ready for Christmas morning. Everyone seemed to wake up a bit more though when a bowl fell to the floor, causing everyone to look up. Fred had climbed onto the Gryffindor table between a very shocked George and Ron. “Mimi Johnson, I would like to ask you to be my girlfriend. We have been dating for nearly 9 months now, in secret because I was scared to tell people. But I do love her.” People began snickering to themselves but he continued. “And she should have broken up with me, I know she should have and I am going to thank her for not doing that. She is better than any person I know at all, she is funny and pretty and smart, and I want her officially to be mine!!!” Fred beamed down at Mimi from the Gryffindor table. She was glad that he chose a quiet breakfast to confess his love to her in front of what was left of the school, obviously wanting to do it as soon as he could to try and make up for everything that had gone on, but this is not what she had wanted. She stared down at her cereal soaking up the milk she’d poured just before Fred started this display, feeling as though all the blood in her body had rushed to your cheeks. She debated leaving, getting up and just running out of the hall back to her dormitory and hiding in her dormitory but she thought that would draw more attention to herself. People at the moment, were still trying to work out what Fred had just shouted and who exactly he was talking about. Stepping onto the bench, then jumping down to the floor, Fred caught Mimi’s gaze as she took another spoonful of cereal. She looked back down, trying to ignore him. Not noticing this, he slipped into the seat next to her and put his arm around her shoulders, grinning. “So, what do you say?” “What did you do that for?” Mimi whispered when she finally managed to speak. “I wanted to ask you to be my girlfriend. I did.” “That’s not what I meant.”  This time her voice came out louder than she was expecting, “Why did you think that was what I wanted?” “You wanted people to know…” She realised that people were starting to look at her now. Her words had been a little louder than she thought and people were turning around and looking over a them. Forgetting about her breakfast and what she’d already reasoned before Fred sat down, Mimi got up and left the hall, leaving smatterings of laughter behind her.

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The Yule Ball Fiasco (Part 2)

(Part 1)

So, the main characters Mimi Johnson, she’s in the same year as Hermione, Harry and Ron but she also takes 5th year potions…. This fic starts when she’s in first year but it’s complicated and I’ve been writing it in bits and pieces so…this is a bit from the middle because I’m just too excited to share. Her and Fred have been secretly dating since…some time previous. I mean I’m not 100% sure on the time frame yet but it’ll get there. So they’re secretly dating but they haven’t actually been like “Hey be my girlfriend?” “Cool, wanna be my boyfriend?” so it’s kind of neither here nor there. I really wanted the characters to be good but I know people do stupid things when they’re teenagers and angry at people so here’s some people doing stupid things to the people they like. xxxx

There will be a part 3....but it’ll only be short. I’ll post it in a few :) xx

That weekend in Hogsmeade happened as they had planned. Mimi sat at the table behind the twins with some girls from one of her classes. They giggled about who was taking them to the ball and complained about all the homework Snape had given them this week. Mimi just nodded. Fred leaned over her, placing a bottle of butterbeer in front of her.

“For you.”

The girls around her looked surprised.

“Thanks.” She smirked, watching their faces drop.

When he sat down she was inundated with questions and comments.

“What was that?”

“Oh my goodness, he definitely fancies you.”

“What will Max say?”

“How long has this been going on?”

“There’s nothing guys.” She tried to think of an excuse that didn’t include breaking the silence they both had. “He owes me. I helped him get out of a detention the other week.”

The girls around her nodded like they didn’t quite believe it but they didn’t question anything else.

The day of the ball came quicker than anyone could’ve thought. Mimi was feeling better about her position with Fred. She was no longer worried about him liking Angelina, or that they weren’t going to the ball together. The whole matter kind of blew over a bit quicker than it should’ve but it blew over and that was what mattered.

On Christmas Eve Hermione and Mimi got ready in the dormitory along with the other girls and got more excited than they ever thought they would.

Mimi took Hermione’s hand down the stairs, still slightly unsure in her heels. When down in the hallway, the girls found their partners eventually as a lot of students were meeting up there. Mimi stood on the stairs trying to get a good enough view to spot Max, looking out across the entrance way. Her eyes caught Fred’s and he smirked up at her. She flicked her eyes away, not to linger too long, finding Max stood close to him. They met at the bottom of the stairs and made their way out onto the grounds where the ball had been set up. It was marvellous. The decorations were beautiful, the food was brilliant and the dancing was amazing.

After a couple of hours though, it began to become tiring. Mimi sat down at a table near the edge of the ball whilst Max went to get them drinks.

“So, Mimi. Where’s your ‘date’ gone?” Fred said leaning on the table behind Mimi.

“He’s gone to get drinks. He offered. He does things properly.” She joked.

“I’m sorry.”

“You’ve said.” Mimi looked down at her hands fidgeting with her skirt.

“You told him no funny business, right? He knows?”

“Strictly friends. He keeps telling me that his mum’s asking about how I am now she knows I’m here.” Fred looked at her questioningly but also a little hurt. “They used to live near us when I was little and she used to look after me. My mum had issues for a bit, single mother and everything.”

Mimi was tired, she was enjoying herself but she’d need to turn in soon.

“You look pretty.” Fred nudged her knee with his.

She blushed. “Stop. People are here.”

“So, I can’t tell you you look pretty?”

She shook her head with a smile on her face. “Nope. No, you can’t.”

“Drink for me-lady.” Max put the cup in front of her face, coming around to the front of her chair when she took it from him.

“Thank you.” She noticed Max looking at Fred awkwardly. “Erm, this is Fred. He’s in my potions class.”

“Yeah, I know. Everyone knows Fred and George Weasely.” Max chuckled.

“And I’m Fred, hi.” He placed his hand on Mimi’s knee to push himself up out of his seat. “Should probably get back to my date.” He laughed. “They’ll all be wondering where I got to. Missing my presence.” Max and Mimi smiled, waving him off.

Max sat down in the seat Fred had just got out of. He took a sip of his drink before he said anything.

“You wanna dance?”

Mimi shook her head. “No thanks. I think I’ll just head up to bed in a few. I’m kind of tired.”

“Sure.” Max nodded. He waited a second then, “You don’t mind if I stay do you?”

Mimi laughed. “Oh god no. You stay, yeah. Have fun. Don’t worry.” He smiled.

“Ta, Mi. We’ll have to do something one day. This has been fun.”

“It has.” She beamed, both leaving their seats and hugging. Max made his way back the main party and Mimi turned to leave past groups of older students having conversations around the edge of the party.

“How was Mimi then?” She overheard Angelina asking Fred. “I saw you. Bless you, you were so cute,” she mocked him pinching his cheeks like an overly loving aunt. “Bless Fred and his little girlfriend.”

“Stop it,” he said batting her hands away. “She’s my friend, can’t just let her sit on her own.”

Mimi didn’t stop walking. Friend…bloody friend. She was fed up of that word. As much as she said she didn’t care about the label, or the sneaking around, or that she liked the secret that they shared, she was fed up now. She’d felt stupid for telling him to stop saying nice things because people might hear. If he wanted to compliment her, he could and she didn’t want to stop him. She’d had enough. She decided silently that she would tell him, that she would have a conversation about it with him and they would sort it out like proper people. But now she wanted to sleep.

“Hey, Mimi!” She turned again finding herself with a little more than handsy boy she’d seen at dinner before.

“Hey?” she couldn’t quite remember his name right now, her mind not thinking straight but she knew she didn’t want to talk to him.

“How are you doing?” he said, coming closer and grabbing her by the waist. She quite easily removed his hand from her body and carried on walking up to the castle.

“Yeah I’m good I suppose.”

“Oh, going for a walk? Nice. I’ll come too.”

“I was going to bed actually. Bit tired.”

“Ahh I’ll walk you.”

“No, I’m good thank you.”

“No, no. I insist.” He said, putting his hand around her shoulders and pulling her close to him. She attempted to pull away but couldn’t quite get enough momentum to do so. He wasn’t particularly threatening but she just wanted to go to bed. She wanted to be on her own to just sit and wallow again in her own teenage self-pity.

“Really I’m fine. I know my way.”

“And I just want to make sure your safe.”

Mimi managed to pull away, backing herself into a bush and tripping over a root causing a little squeal to leave her as she fell onto her bum.

“And I’m pretty sure she said she’s fine on her own.” Fred came up behind the boy, easily leering over him. He craned his neck to look up at Fred’s face, not angry but definitely annoyed. The boy rolled his eyes and made his way back to the lawn holding the ball and Fred offered his hand to Mimi, who took it and pulled herself up.

When she was standing, she backed away a little, trying not to fall again.

“Going so soon?” He smiled.

She instinctively pulled her hand, which seemingly had lingered, from his and stepped back again. She was thinking of something to say, something to say how she felt right now but she was interrupted.

“Freddie, why are you over here?”

Mimi looked over at a girl she recognised as a fifth year. She moved closer and grabbed hold of Fred’s arm. He didn’t move her, he didn’t even seem to notice her.

“I was just helping Mimi out. She fell.”

“Oh, funny and sweet.” She giggled. The girl flicked her eyes over to Mimi, and smiled sarcastically, “Are you alright, sweetheart?”

“I’m fine, thanks.” Mimi spat.

She stumbled past them, pushing past another student to get back to the path. On the stairs of the entrance way she began to remove her shoes. They hurt and she wasn’t in the mood to be making her way up all the stairs back to her dormitory in them. The doors were already open, ready for anyone to go to bed when they needed so just inside the door she placed her hand against the wall to remove her shoes properly ready to climb the stairs.

“Mi, wait a second.” Mimi sighed hearing Fred voice, and having already managed to get one shoe off, she pulled the second roughly to get it off quicker. She heard Fred enter the hallway and come behind her.  “You ok?”

She put both shoes in one hand and continued to walk into the school without acknowledging him at all.

“Mi…Mimi.” He put his hand out, catching her shoulder and causing her to turn around angrily trying to get him off her.

“You, don’t touch me.” He took a step back, bringing his hand back to him. “Go back outside. I’m sure that girl is waiting for you.”

“Who, Ella? God, she’s a little batty to be honest…and creepily clingy.” He pulled a funny face that would normally make Mimi laugh but her stern face didn’t even break. Mimi could feel tears on her cheek.    

“Are you ok?”

She’d had enough. She suddenly burst with rage. “Do I look ok?”

She broke out into a quick walk, then into a run on the stairs leaving Fred stood in the entrance way confused.

“Where are you going?”

“Why should it matter to you?” Mimi shouted from the top of the staircase. “I’m just your friend, I’m not your girlfriend!!” She ran down the nearest corridor and turned the corner at the end.

“Mi,” Fred launched himself up the staircase towards her, unable to catch up. “Stop.”

She stopped at the dead end of the next corridor, leaning against the wall, trying not to slide down it. She could hear Fred’s laboured breaths getting closer as she gave in and melted down the wall onto the floor, her dress pooling around her.

“Mi?”

She scrabbled to get to her feet, knowing that now all she wanted was to get out of this damn dress and go to bed.

“Mi, - I- Mi, please don’t cry.” He sighed.

“You assume that we’re going to the ball together, you get stroppy when someone else asks me, then you ask Angelina right in front of me, then you get mad again when I say yes to Max even though you’ve got a date. Then you say you’re sorry, that you were just a massive knob. You apologised, and make things sort of ok so we’re back to normal, then you go and say that I’m your friend…then…then that girl just comes over and-“  Her voice broke in her throat and it shocked Fred.

He stepped forward, and held her shoulder to stop her pacing the dead end. She looked up at him, tears gushing from her eyes. She felt one of his hands leave her shoulder and reach down, removing the shoes from her hands and taking them in his own.

“I’m sorry. I said a stupid thing. I didn’t know you heard that.” He said softly.

“I wasn’t even mad about that I…its partly my fault. I jus- “

“You are not just my friend.“

“We keep faffing about and that girl just then made me so mad.” Mimi sniffled.

“No more faffing then. No more faffing anymore. And if that means that you want me to leave you alone…then I will.”

She looked down at the bottom of her dress, now dragging on the floor, and then at the shoes in his hand and shook her head.

“I can’t do it like this anymore. We need to know what’s going on and…” She thought for a second. “if this is going on, I want to be public. Well not public I suppose, but I want people to know. I want to be able to hold your hand when I want and…”

“And kiss me when you want?” He winked.

“You need to stop.” She whispered smacking his shoulder lightly in a jokey way. He laughed and feigned pain.

“I’m sorry again.” He said, taking her hand in his empty one. She smiled down at it. “Do you still want to go to bed?”

She nodded. They made their way up to the Gryffindor common room, climbed through the portrait hole and moved towards the stairways.

“This is where I leave you.” He almost whispered. “Sleep does seem pretty good now. I wasn’t tired downstairs, but them damn stairs.”

“Stop.” She covered his mouth with her hands, then reached down and took back her shoes. “I’ll see you tomorrow. We can talk.”

“We will talk. Talk properly and have a brilliant Christmas day with presents and everything.” He blurted. They both smirked before making their way up their own staircases and into bed.

(Part 3)

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College is when you’re afraid of both

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The Yule Ball Fiasco (part 1)

So, the main characters Mimi Johnson, she’s in the same year as Hermione, Harry and Ron but she also takes 5th year potions…. This fic starts when she’s in first year but it’s complicated and I’ve been writing it in bits and pieces so…this is a bit from the middle because I’m just too excited to share. Her and Fred have been secretly dating since…some time previous. I mean I’m not 100% sure on the time frame yet but it’ll get there. So they’re secretly dating but they haven’t actually been like “Hey be my girlfriend?” “Cool, wanna be my boyfriend?” so it’s kind of neither here nor there. I really wanted the characters to be good but I know people do stupid things when they’re teenagers and angry at people so here’s some people doing stupid things to the people they like. xxxx

P.s. This is going to be in two parts because I got excited and wrote so damn much… xx please enjoy :)

Hermione shoved the books into her bag and huffed following Mimi out into the corridor. “You going to find the boys?” “Yes, they’ll be up in Divination. So, I’ll find them easy.” She pushed her bag round onto her back, trying not to knock anyone in the crowed corridor. The began making their way down the corridor, Mimi to find the stairs down to the dungeons and Hermione to try and find Harry and Ron after their Divination lesson. Until Mimi heard her name was being thrown down the corridor. “Yo, Mimi?” The boy slowly made his way down the corridor towards her. “Hey Max.” she said loudly over the rattle of students. Hermione stopped next to her to see what they boy wanted. “Has anyone asked you to the ball yet?” “Erm…no. No, not yet.” Mimi said reluctantly. “Do you want to go with me?” The boy said confidently. Suddenly a wave of people around them made their way into the court yard, sweeping Max, up with them. “Max, mate you coming?” One said. “What do you say, Mi?” Max shouted from a little further away, trying to fight his way back to the stunned girl. “Erm…Maybe, I …” “Think about it, I’ll talk to you later.” He said, giving up and going with the wave of students going to his next class along with his Hufflepuff classmates.

On her way to lunch the next day Mimi found herself being cornered by the twins, the excuse being to talk about the homework Snape had set them the other day in potions. George seemed like he wanted to talk about the homework. He wanted to know if Mimi had done it and if she possibly had any tips to get it done in less than an hour, but she didn’t finish explanation of anything before he was pulled away by someone complimenting him on his Quidditch practice the other day, and calling him Fred. Mimi felt her arm being pulled backwards towards the edge of the group of sixth years moving into the great hall. “Max Cresing asked you to the Yule Ball, didn’t he?” Fred said when everyone had moved off and they were alone. “Yes.” “And what did you say?” “Well, technically I said maybe bu-” He gritted his teeth, before turning on his heel, fists balling at his side before she could finish her sentence. When he got to the bottom of the staircase he changed his mind quickly, turning back around making his way back to you, you still not having moved from where he had left you. “I thought-“ Fred pulled Mimi to the side of the corridor, just to the side of the door. “I thought we were going together?” “You never asked me.” “No, but I thought it-“ Before this sentence Mimi hadn’t been annoyed, she hadn’t even been slightly irritated; but now she was. “You thought? You assumed.” Mimi looked sheepishly at your feet having spoken so angrily. “I don’t ask for much, Fred. You want to keep us between us, then fine; I’ve said I’m ok with that. It’s quite nice you keeping something quiet.” She smiled and stepped slightly closer, wanting to put her hand on his chest but moving away quickly and sternly. “But if you want to go to the ball with me,” She continued, “you have to ask me properly. You can’t just assume.” And with that, she turned and made her way to lunch.

Later that evening Mimi was sitting alone at a small table in the common room having not spoken to Fred for the rest of the day. It seemed like he’d been actively avoiding her all day and she wasn’t sure whether she was annoyed or relieved. He was sat across the room now with George doing something quietly, very unlike them normally but this year so far they’d been quite secretive about a lot of things. ‘Not that that was new for Fred’ Mimi thought to herself whenever she thought about it. Though she would always push it to the back of her mind when he looked up at her and smiled slightly, as she drifted back to her book. This time though he did not look up. He was totally focused on what they were talking about. They both got up from their seats, coming towards her table, making her panic slightly, but they passed her table and made their way to Ron’s that was next to hers. She moved her book up to cover her face when she saw Fred turn to look behind him in her direction before sitting down. The pages were too close to her face to read properly but she didn’t feel like she could remove it. “Ron, can we borrow Pigwidgeon?” She heard George ask. Just a normal conversation; nothing exciting. The book had moved a little way down in its own time, making it much easier to focus on the writing on the pages. Mimi tried to focus but the importance of aconite in potions just wasn’t holding her attention enough anymore. She thought about going to bed and just leaving it all for tonight, she had plenty of time to do this homework and she wasn’t feeling it right now. “So … you lot got dates for the ball yet?” As Fred said this her ears pricked up again. “Nope,” Ron answered his brother who was now leaning on the table his elbows on the table.  “Well, you’d better hurry up, mate, or all the good ones will be gone,” said Fred. “Who’re you going with, then?” said Ron. Mimi felt her chest go tight. This afternoon he’d probably answer that easily but now, he seemed all confident but… “Angelina.” Mimi dropped her book on the table in front of her. Luckily it had made its way down in space, only hovering a couple centimetres above the surface so it didn’t make a very loud noise but it still made her jump. “What?” said Ron, taken aback.  “You’ve already asked her?” “Good point,” said Fred. He turned his head and called across the common room, “Oi! Angelina!” Mimi’s eyes were no longer looking at the book in her hands but, like some other people around her, she was looking towards the girl Fred was shouting to. Angelina, sitting near the fire with her friends, turned to shout back. “What?” “Want to come to the ball with me?” “All right, then,” she said, turning back to her friends. “There you go,” smirked Fred to the boys in front of him, “piece of cake.” Mimi looked at the back of his head, trying not to cry. ‘Piece of cake.’ he’d said. She tried to lift the book up to cover her face, trying to cover the redness and the tears threatening to come out. She was not going to cry now. She was not going to be one of those girls. The book in her hands started to shake, through anger or through sheer panic , she didn’t know but she needed out of the situation. Fred noticed Mimi packing up her things quickly and fumbling around. “We’d better use a school owl then, George, come on… .” he said standing up and leaving the room with his brother. Mimi gave up trying to pack her things away neatly and just pulled her parchment and books into her arms, almost dragging them upstairs. She threw the things into her opened trunk, not caring that the book had fallen upside down and open. After sitting down on her bed, she swiftly decided that she did care that her book was like that and got up to pick it up, place it down neatly and sort through her papers so they wouldn’t crease. After sorting her papers quickly so they weren’t in any position to break, she slumped down in her bed, throwing the blanket over her. A few moments later Hermione came in in a rage. “I cannot believe them.” She shouted. Mimi didn’t say anything. “Well Ron mainly. Harry just seems to go along with whatever is being said, which I suppose might be worse, but Ron!!! He’s the ringleader here and he-“ She stopped suddenly realising that Mimi was yet to say anything.  “Are you ok?” “Me? Oh yeah I’m fine.” She lied. She was quite sure her friend knew she was lying but she wasn’t in any mood to explain to Hermione about everything and about why she was so sad. “Do you want to talk about it?” “Do you want to talk about why you’re so mad at Ron?” Hermione sat on her bed, her arms crossed. “He’s just infuriating.” “Of course, he is.” Mimi replied, sitting up and waiting for Hermione to start her rant properly, hoping it would take her mind off Fred Weasely.

On the next weekend, Mimi managed to catch Max before he sat down at his table in the great hall before dinner one night. “Max, hey.” “Hey Mi, how ar-“ “Have you managed to get another partner for the ball yet?” He smiled and shook his head. “Well,” she smiled back overly-sweetly, seeing Fred come into her peripheral vision. “I thought about it, and I want to say yes. If you still want to go with me?” He nodded in a friendly way. “Yeah sure. It’ll be fun.” She nodded again before turning away and making her way to a seat next to a Hermione at the Gryffindor table, who was silently excited that her friend had said yes to someone. She caught Fred’s eye on her way round, his face was slightly red, like he was trying to hold something in. ‘Good’ she thought. Fred and George sat opposite Lee Jordan at the end of the table, but before the food came out Fred changed his mind. “Sorry guys, I’m not feeling dinner. I’ll go and…read stuff through yeah?” He tried to catch Mimi’s eye as he passed the table but she avoided it with all her might. He’d done it, she’d done it, they both had dates now and he had no right to l look at her like that. A second later, she made a decision that she was sure she was going to regret but she couldn't just leave it. Mimi’s eye went wide. “W-what?” Hermione stammered, confused. “I forgot I’ve got an essay due tomorrow. I need to go do it now. I can’t leave it.” She got up, and began ploughing down the hall. “But dinner?” Hermione shouted. “Bring me something.” She yelled back, before dashing down the hallway in search of Fred.

She got to the portrait and repeated the new password she’d been told, before crawling thought he hole behind it. “What did you do that for?” A voice asked her before she’d even stood up properly. “Why did you ask Angelina?” She inquired. They both stood silently for a minute, just staring into space. Fred eventually broke the silence. “I don’t know.” “You don’t know?” “I just did. I’m an idiot.” “I see.” “She’s alright. She’s really good at quidditch and I’ve known her for a long time…” “You don’t have to defend your decision. I don’t care why you like her.” Mimi sighed. “No she’s- She’s one of my best mates. And that’s it.” “That’s it?” “George and Lee just expected me to ask her.” He shrugged. “So you did. Didn’t think you went with peer pressure?” “I felt really childish afterwards but it’s not like I can take it back now. It’s not her fault I’m an idiot.” He took a breath before he continued, “I thought for a bit, ‘well maybe you wanted to go with Max, maybe you didn’t want to go with me at all’. I thought-“ “Well I’m going with him now so…It’s not his fault you’re an idiot.” She chuckled. “So what? You’re not mad or…?” “Oh no…I’m not happy. And you are an idiot. A massive prat I would say.” “Yep, a massive prat.” He repeated. “This doesn’t mean you’re forgiven.” “No, no, obviously not.” Fred made his way towards the boy’s dormitory staircase, looking back at the bottom of the stairs. “Am I still going to see you in Hogsmeade at the weekend?” “Maybe…if you buy me a butterbeer.” “Deal.”

The second part is actually at the ball and goodness me…things get tense. I need to finish writing the beginning bit of the next section but it is 10 to 2 in the morning and I’ve got a busy weekend so I really need sleep. I’ll get it done for Sunday at the latest :) xx

(Part 2)  (Part 3)

Any feedback is brilliant :)

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