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I Hate You

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,353

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So begins another miserable year at Hogwarts. It’s not the school that’s the problem. Nor the teachers, nor the classes. No. Just a boy. Just one, stupid, blonde haired boy who can’t seem to leave me be. And God, I hope he never does.

I took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar smell of the Hogwarts Express’ smoke coming from the engine. I grabbed my trunk and stepped onto the train, starting my 6th year at the school of witchcraft and wizardry. I waved to a few people whom I knew from last year, stopping in the hall every once in a while for a brief conversation before finding an empty compartment.

Once I was inside, I pushed my trunk onto one of the shelves above the booths, quickly turning to lock the compartment door. But I was too late. My wrist had been grabbed and I was uncomfortably close to a body.

“Trying to lock me out are we?” The voice was dripping with evil.

“Hello Draco.” I spat, yanking my wrist from his grip. He smiled, and glanced at the booth to his left.

“That seat taken?” He asked simply. I just stared at him, practically seething. He shrugged, and turned back to the door, locking it and pulling the curtains down, blocking the two of us from anyone’s view. I opted to sit as far away from him as possible, sitting on the booth opposite him and closer to the train window. We sat in silence, neither comfortable nor uncomfortable. But I felt his eyes wandering my body constantly.

“You ready for this year?” He asked simply.

“Why can’t you leave me alone?” I asked, staring out the window. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the tops of his thighs and folding his hands together.

“Why do you want me to? I haven’t done anything to you.” He stated.

“I didn’t say you did. You make me uncomfortable.” I told him. He scoffed.

“Why’s that?” He asked.

“Because you won’t stop following me around.” I bit back, looking over at him now. He rolled his eyes and smiled, leaning back and opening his legs. I laughed in disgust and looked back out the window, hoping he didn’t see the light blush sneaking its way onto my cheeks.

“I follow you cause I like you.” He stated.

“Well I hate you so.” I said, looking over at him again. He shrugged.

“Fine by me.” He replied, standing up and moving to sit next to me. I pressed myself against the wall of the train as much as I could. Draco sat, leaning forward to try and meet my gaze.

“Look at me.” He demanded. My heart fluttered at his words, but I remained strong, keeping my gaze pinned on the sky outside the train. Suddenly, I felt his hand grab my chin gently, pulling it so I would meet his gaze. “There you are.” He said sweetly. I blinked slowly, my eyes beginning to water at the feeling of my heart pounding in my chest. His hand moved slowly from my chin and across my right cheek, resting on the back of my neck under my hair. My eyes darted back and forth between his as his thumb stroked my cheek softly.

“What are you doing?” I asked, leaning into his touch. My head was screaming at me to move. To get up. To rip his hand away. But something else inside was screaming louder, keeping me still. Draco didn’t answer, his other hand moving across the top of my left thigh. He then slowly began to lean forward, stopping just inches away from my face.

“If you hate me so much,” he whispered, his eyes on my lips. “Why haven’t you stopped me yet?” Then his eyes met mine.

“I don’t,“ I choked as his hand that was on my thigh grabbed my left hip and pushed, turning my body to the point where both of my legs were on top of his.

“Stop me.” He said, his nose barely grazing my own. He moved the hand that was on my neck down to the side of my right thigh now, using his left hand to grab my left leg, wrapping it around his waist and pushing me against the wall of the train.

“Stop me.” He repeated, placing a kiss on the corner of my mouth.

“Draco..” I whined. He smiled in response and met my gaze again, grabbing my hands in his and holding them in between our bodies.

“That’s what I thought.” He said, his lips finally meeting mine in a heated kiss of tongue and teeth.

Yep. I hate him. Right? Draco held my wrists in his left hand while his right wandered down to my waist, running his finger along the waistband of my skirt. I quickly ripped one of my hands from his grasp and wrapped my fingers around his right wrist.

“Are you crazy?” I asked in between kisses. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, looking down between us.

“Clearly.” He answered, leaning forward again and pressing his lips to the corner of my mouth, trailing kisses down my cheek and to my neck. I sighed at the feeling, wrapping my hands around his neck, pulling him closer. He straightened up a bit, causing me to scoot more onto his lap.

“Draco, please,” I began to say, closing my eyes as his tongue traced beautiful patterns onto the skin of my neck.

“Please what, my love.” He whispered. I tried desperately to get away from him. Not physically though. I wanted his friendship, his love. Mentally I wanted him in every way and that’s what I was afraid of. I melted into him, allowing his hands and lips to roam wherever they so pleased.

“Please,” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Don’t stop.” I said softly. I heard him chuckle and he pulled himself off of my neck, pressing his nose to mine.

“I knew you loved me.” He teased, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. His sudden gentleness made me feel loved. It made me feel like he wasn’t playing whatever game he had been playing with me for the last six years.

“I’m starting to.” I said with a small smile. Just as Draco was about to kiss me again, we heard the door of the compartment unlocking. Draco scrambled away from me, practically jumping to the booth on the other side. I sat up, pushing myself off of the wall and leaning against the booth, straightening out my skirt. The door opened and there stood Hermione Granger.

“Granger, you foul,” Draco started to say.

“Quiet you.” I spat out. Draco looked at me with pitiful eyes, like a dog who’d just been caught chewing on the couch. Hermione looked at him in disgust and then at me with confusion.

“Are you alright?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. “Did he lock you in here? Do you need me to do something about this?” She pointed at Draco. I smirked at her tone of voice but shook my head.

“He did, but I believe I can handle it myself, thank you.” I replied, giving Draco a knowing look. He smirked a bit and looked down at his lap. Hermione nodded once and then closed the compartment door, leaving Draco and I in awkward silence. After a moment I spoke up.

“That was close.” I said.

“Too close.” He bit back, reaching out to move the curtain, looking out one of the windows. “At some point, you and I will go to the Room of Requirement.” I scoffed.

“Oh yeah?” I asked.

“We will. Trust me.” He said, standing up and sitting next to me again.

“So what are we then?” I asked, looking over at him. He smirked.

“I’d say after that whole ordeal you have no choice but to be my girlfriend.” He said, bumping my shoulder with his. “If that’s what you want.” I smiled at him, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his right cheek.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” I told him.

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Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

A/N: hey hey! I haven’t written for Fred in a VERY long time. So I’m sorry if this is like awful, but I thought it was pretty cute anyway!

Word Count: 2,589

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I was sat criss crossed on the couch in the Gryffindor common room. The scent of the fireplace and freshly poured pumpkin juice filled me with a welcomed sense of peace. Mindlessly, I fiddled with Ginny’s hair while she was sitting on the floor in front of me.

“How come you didn’t go to the celebration?” I asked her. She shrugged.

“Too noisy. Plus, I’ve got a bit of a headache.” She answered with a tired sigh. “Why didn’t you?”

“I don’t know most of them.” I told her half heartedly.

“That’s a terrible excuse. You know Harry, Ron, Hermione, my brothers.” She added sly emphasis on the last mention. A small and knowing smile pulled on the corner of my mouth.

“You already said Ron.” I pointed out. Ginny shook her head and stood from her place on the floor.

“I mean Fred and George.” She clarified, sitting on the couch next to me. “Well, really just Fred. Right?” She had a teasing smile on her face.

“No, Ginny.” I said, shoving her playfully. “Your brothers and I are just friends.”

“Yeah, but you like Fred.” She stated, resting her elbow on the back of the couch. Just then, the door to the common room swung open and in stepped George. I turned to look at him as he walked by the couch, counting on his fingers.

“Looking mischievous as ever, Georgie.” I called, just as he was about to go up the stairs. My words seemed to break him out of whatever trance he was in.

“Well there you are!” He said, his eyes bright in the fire light. “Why are you up here?”

“Too noisy.” I took Ginny’s answer.

“And yet, you hang out with Freddie and I all the time. Come on. Go change. You’re coming back with me.” George said. Before I could protest, he was up the stairs and in the boy’s dorms. I looked ack at Ginny who was already looking at me.

“You’re going.” She said.

“Is this just the day the Weasley’s gang up on me?” I asked with a nervous laugh. She stood up and walked toward the steps.

“Come on. I’ll help you pick something if you want.” She offered, hopping up the steps. I shook my head, the familiar feeling of butterflies intensifying in my stomach. Grabbing my school robe, I followed in Ginny’s steps, going toward the dorms. As I made it to the door, George was leaving the boy’s dorm.

“You coming?” He asked, tucking a small box of who knows what into his back pocket.

“I didn’t realize I had a choice.” I said.

“Oh you don’t. I’m just making sure I don’t need to cast the imperious curse.” He teased. “I’ll wait for you outside.”

“Be right there.” I said, walking into the girl’s dorms.

“You still have that one burgundy sweater right?” Ginny asked, already digging through my trunk.

“Yeah I think so. Why?” I asked, silently noting her desperation to find it.

“Because you look beautiful in it? Duh.” She answered. I smiled and pulled out my wand.

“Accio sweater.” I said. The shirt jumped up from the bottom of my trunk and into my hand. Ginny looked up at me in disbelief.

“You perfected it?” She said. I nodded and turned away to put the sweater on. A short while later, I was dressed and ready to go out.

“See you later, Ginny. Wish me luck.” I said. Just before I closed the door, I heard Ginny say one last thing.

“You don’t need it!” I smiled and rolled my eyes. Once I left the common room, I found George standing off to the left of the door.

“Ready?” He asked, tucking something into his pocket. Again.

“What was that?” I asked, walking toward the staircase.

“Same fireworks you’ve already seen, Nosy.” He replied, jogging to get on the stairs before they moved.

“Will you stop calling me that?” I asked, folding over the stair rail dramatically.

“When you stop being just that. Nosy.” He answered. Then I felt his fingers on my back. “You’ve got fuzzies.” He continued to pick at my sweater until I assume he was satisfied.

“Thank you.” I said, standing straight again. He gave me a two finger salute and stuck a candy in his mouth.

“Lemon drop?” He asked, holding his hand out.

“It’s not a wheezy is it?” I asked, taking it and popping it into my mouth. He stared at me, a confused look on his features. We walked off of the stairs and walked toward the large double doors of the castle.

“Well now I’m not telling.” He answered, holding the door open for me.

“I’m kidding. I know you’d never do that.” I said, tugging on the hem of my shirt.

“What makes you think that I wouldn’t?” He asked.

“Because you know Fred would tear you limb from limb.” I answered with a slight giggle. I then realized I didn’t hear George’s footsteps anymore. I turned on my heel only to find him standing a few feet behind me, arms crossed.

“Why do you think that is?” He asked seriously. I was slightly taken aback by his tone.

“Be-cause he cares?” I answered with half confidence. George’s eyes narrowed and he bit his bottom lip.

“Hm.” He hummed before walking up next to me.

“What was that?” I asked, the air still heavy with tension.

“A question.” He answered plainly. I furrowed my brows together and stayed quiet the rest of the walk to the quidditch pitch. I could hear my peers from a mile away and it only got worse the closer we got.

“George, wait.” I said, laying my hand on his arm.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, giving me his full attention.

“I have a weird feeling.” I said honestly. My stomach had begun to flip for no apparent reason.

“Oh that’s just the lemon drop.” He said. My eyes widened and he chuckled. “I’m kidding. Here.” He pulled a small blue vile from his pocket. “This helps with funny feelings.” I took it from him and took a small sip.

“It helps if you drink the whole thing.” He rephrased. I nodded and tossed the rest of it back, handing him the vile once it was empty. “Well?” He said, tucking the vile away.

“It was sweet.” I told him. Suddenly, i felt warm and floaty. Like I could do anything without fail. “George…” i said slowly. Before I could say anything else though, George moved behind me, pushing me through the gate of the pitch.

There were less people than I thought there would be in the center of the field. But a large group nonetheless. They were cheering, drinking butterbeer, tossing the quaffle back and forth, and just talking to one another.

“I feel like going under the stands. On the other side.” I said to George. I felt just as confused as he looked.

“Do what you need to do. I’ll come find you if you haven’t found Freddie first.” He told me.

“Sounds good.” I replied. Then I was off. I had the best feeling about this. Though I was indeed puzzled at my decision, there was just something about it that felt right. My skin seemed to be buzzing. I couldn’t keep this smile off of my face.

My fingertips brushed the burgundy and gold curtains and it sent a chill down my spine. I pulled it back and stepped into the cover behind, taking in the scent of old dried wood. I looked left and right, then decided on walking to the right, humming a silly tune. The voices outside the curtains seemed to grow further and further away as I walked. But I didn’t feel alone.

I walked by cracked support beams and shards of busted bludgers. Scars of previously played quidditch games. I began to catch wind of a very familiar smell. One of apples and pine wood. Something only a Weasley would smell like. My pace picked up and before I knew it, Fred was in front of me.

He was peering out of the curtains as though he was hiding from something. Or someone. So I snuck up beside him and looked through the curtain, trying to see what he was looking for. When I saw nothing out of the ordinary, I pulled back and stood at his left side.

“What are you doing?” I whispered. Fred jumped back, silent scream coming from his hung open mouth. Then he laughed, leaning forward and putting his hands just above his knees.

“Well, I was going to try and scare you. But I see the tables have turned.” He said. I smiled and held my hands behind my back.

“You knew I’d come?” I asked, curious to hear what he would say. His brows furrowed and he smirked. Then he stood, nodding and placing his hands son his hips.

“Oh yeah. I knew you couldn’t resist my charm.” He said cockily. I rolled my eyes and poked his chest playfully.

“Is that why you sent your far more charming twin?” I teased, adding emphasis to ‘far more’, drawing out the syllables dramatically. Fred pressed his palm flat over his heart.

“You wound me.” He whined. “I’d never send a boy to do a man’s job.” He puffed up again and I threw my head back in a short laugh.

“The job being what? Luring your very tired best friend to a party she wouldn’t be attending if you weren’t here?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Fred pointed at me, his eyes wide in surprise.

“See? My charm. You can’t resist.” He repeated. A bit more broken up than before. I huffed a laugh, turning my attention back toward the crowd on the pitch.

“But I know you weren’t just back here trying to sneak up on me.” I said, my eyes dancing across the various faces. Fred shook his head in the corner of my eye.

“No, I’m planting fireworks.” He said honestly, moving on down the skinny path behind the curtain. I watched as he walked away, nearly jumping backward at another unexplainable urge.

“You do that.” I encouraged half heartedly. “I’m going down to the lake.” Fred stopped and turned back around to face me, his right eyebrow raised in confusion.

“What? Why?” He asked, pocketing the array of mini fireworks he’d been holding. I shrugged.

“Feels right.” I said simply, fighting to walk away from him. It was as though my body was split into two halves. One wanted desperately to stay by his side all night and the other was complying to some foreign feeling. But I walked away, feeling his brown eyed gaze baring into the back of my head.

I creeped out through a tear in the back of the structure, slipping into the warm night air. It was pitch black without the large spotlights of the Quidditch field. So I grabbed my wand, muttering a quiet ‘lumos’ and walking along the path to the lakeside. As I padded along, I dug around in my brain, trying to find a hit of reason behind my current position. But none came.

“What is this?” I asked myself, rubbing my nose. The lake came into view and I headed toward a large boulder, ready to sit down and watch the way the moonlight painted the water. I was only sat for about a minute before I heard a twig snap behind me. I whirled around, wand still in hand, ready to defend myself if necessary. But I realized it was only Fred, hands raised in surrender.

“You got me.” He said, a playful smile tugging on his lips. I smiled back and lowered my wand, inviting him silently to sit beside me.

“How come you came down here?” I asked, watching as he made himself comfortable. He shrugged and met my gaze.

“On the rare occasion that you have a gut feeling, it usually turns out to be right. So I figured I’d join you.” He told me. I smirked, feeling a light blush making its way to my cheeks. The two of us stared in silence at the moon.

“I was hoping you were going to say you missed me.” I teased, prodding his side with my right elbow. He hung his head, hiding a toothy grin.

“I always miss you.” He said softly, returning the playful poke. I looked over at him with a quirked brow.

“Do you miss me right now?” I asked him sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, the moonlight catching his red hair just so. It made my heart flutter.

“Doesn’t that fall under the category of always?” He replied, his eyes flickering to my lips for a split second. I shrugged, my body seemingly short circuiting.

“Maybe in the world of Fred.” I said, swallowing the nervous lump in my throat. He huffed and laid his hand just inches from mine on the rock.

“Is the world of Fred so bad?” He asked, his voice growing low and soft, like he was afraid someone else might hear. I shook my head.

“No. I’d explore every inch.” I said, not registering the words leaving my mouth. Fred’s eyebrow twitched in surprise.

“Yeah?” He whispered, our noses barely touching. I hadn’t even realized how close we’d become. I nodded.

“Yeah.” I said simply. Only then did Fred close what little space lingered between us. His hand landed on top of mine and then he kissed me. Soft and slow. He tasted like butterbeer. His lips were warm and welcoming. Just as I had imagined.

Just then, the fireworks he’d planted shot up into the sky. The both of us jumped, breaking the kiss and pulling laughter from our chests. Fred hopped up, his hand still holding mine and he gestured for me to follow him.

“Come on! We’ll see it better over here.” He said excitedly. I giggled as he pulled me along behind him. We ran up a short hill, stopping once were could see over the tree tops. The show was beautiful. I was silently impressed with how big they ended up being for what little shells they were housed in. I looked up at Fred, his face lit up both with pride and the colors that burst in front of us.

The lights shifted into various shapes and patterns. One spelled out ‘Gryffindor Rules’ in red and gold light. Fred squeezed my hand and I looked over, seeing his eyes already on me.

“What do you think?” He said somewhat loudly.

“It’s beautiful!” I shouted back. “A little loud though.” Fred smiled wide.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He replied, bending down to lift me in the air, spinning me in a circle. I laughed, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck. Fred stilled and placed me back on the ground carefully, planting a kiss to my cheek. The weird floaty feeling had subsided now. Or, at least what appeared after my interaction with George. I was hyperaware of Fred’s hand in mine. It was like it suddenly became more real.

Then it hit me. Liquid Luck. The only time I get a gut feeling is when I’ve had even a drop of that potion. I silently cursed George and his audacity to give me such a thing. But when Fred suddenly turned and captured my lips in another heartfelt kiss, I told myself I would thank George later.