Summary: Fred Weasley x slytherin!reader -> A rivalry that has been going on for four years suddenly begins to change when you help Fred's little sister.
Disclaimer: Mentions of periods and womanhood. Rivals to friends to lovers, little bit of pining, Arthur loving muggles, jealousy, 'she's not you' trope, oblivious idiots.
It had all started when the youngest Weasley started school.
You were in your fourth year at the time, along with Fred and George – the Twin set of Weasley’s that caused more trouble for McGonnagall since the Marauders. And, even if you hadn’t been in their opposing House, you had a strong feeling your relationship with them would have been the same.
Pure annoyance turned to loathing.
Mostly the loathing was left for the eldest of the two. Fred Weasley. He’d been the bane of your existence since First year. He was disruptive, rude, loud and just plain annoying.
Though you couldn’t say the same for their youngest and only sister, Ginny.
“Stop!” You shouted to the three girls running through the hallways when they should have been inside their study groups at the library.
The three girls stopped and turned around quickly as you approached. “Don’t you know you’re not supposed to run through the hallways-”
“But, you don’t understand-”
“Besides you should be in study groups-”
“It’s our friend!” One of them shouted.
Only then did you notice their rather panicked expressions as they looked between each other. From your judgements, one had been told not to say anything, the other didn’t want to hurt either friend and the other spoke up.
“What is it?”
The third one, a brown haired girl, knocked her lightly. “Shush. Ginny said not to tell.”
“But she might be able to help,” the blonde haired girl whispered.
From their house colours and the name Ginny, you knew exactly who they were talking about.
“What’s going on?” You asked.
“Sarah, don’t.”
Sarah looked between her friends before looking back at you. Then she gave in. “Ginny’s in the girl’s bathroom, crying. She said to go and get her brothers.”
“Why is she crying?”
She might have been a Weasley, but she’d never once acted out like her brothers. And you, too, had once been the first year crying in the bathroom.
“She’s…she’s started.”
You looked between the three girls.
“Started?”
They all nodded.
“Alright. Her brother’s won’t be much help with this.”
“But-”
You nodded. “Still go and get them. Fred and George should be inside the Great Hall. You,” you pointed to the quiet girl at the end. “Come with me. We’re gonna help Ginny.”
Five minutes later, you were inside the girl’s bathroom. You could hear the shaky sniffles of Ginny from the end cubicle.
“Guard the door. Wait for your friends.”
The young girl nodded, taking her role very seriously as she waited for her friends and Ginny’s brothers.
You knocked twice. “Ginny?”
“I-I…yes?”
“It’s Y/n,” you told her, your voice calm and soft. “I found your friends in the hallway.”
“I said not to tell anybody!”
“Don’t blame them,” you told her. “Blame me. I forced it out of them.”
“Where are my brothers?”
“They’re on their way, don’t worry. I figured you might want to talk to a girl first. We tend to know more about these things than boys do.”
You heard Ginny sniffle again. “I-I just felt it and I didn’t know what to do. My mum said it wouldn’t happen for another two years.”
“Well, sometimes these things don’t exactly go to plan. But it’s nothing to be scared of. It just means that for one week every month or so, you’re just able to eat as much ice cream as you want and can spend the entire weekend in bed.”
“Y-Yeah. My mum said…she said something about that.” The young girl sniffed again. “But…I don’t know what to do. It’s…I think it’s stained…”
You shook your head. “Don’t worry about that. It’ll wash right out. Do you have any pads?”
Ginny shook her head behind the door. “N-no.”
“No bother,” you said before pulling out your wand and laying your bag on the floor. “Accio.”
From the depths of your bag, a square tin came flying up. Catching it before it clattered onto the ground, you opened it up before passing her a pad under the door.
“It’s pretty easy to understand. Just open, peel and stick.” You explained just before you heard thundering footsteps.
“Ginny?!”
“Let him in, Orla,” you called out to the young girl by the door.
Rounding the corner, you saw Fred Weasley standing at the end of the cubicle hallway. “What are you doing here?”
“Helping. Give me your robes.”
“What?”
“Just do it.”
Pulling the long black robes from his body, revealing exactly what you expected to find – a messy uniform – you called back to Ginny.
“Ginny, your brother is here. I’m gonna hand you his robes. Just wrap them around yourself when you’re ready to come out.”
“What’s going on? The kids froze when I asked.”
“She’s started her period,” you whispered to him. “She’s a little scared, and probably in pain. Take this,” you said as you handed him your emergency period kit. “There are extra pads in there. If she starts in pain, send one of the girls to Madam Pomfry. She’ll get her some pain medication. And, if it gets really bad, a hot water bottle always helps with the cramps.”
“What?”
You sighed, “Fred, honestly. It’s natural. She’s earlier than she expected, but she’s going to be perfectly fine. You don’t need to do much besides be there for her if she wants you.”
“No, I know that. But…you helped her?”
You nodded. “You’ll be surprised to learn that girls help each other when it comes to these things, no matter the rivalries they have with their older siblings.”
Fred stood in shock as you packed up your things. “Ginny, I’m gonna leave you with your brother, but if you have any questions…feel free to come and find me.”
“O-okay. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Bidding Fred a silent goodbye, you took your leave and headed back towards the Great Hall, passing a slightly panicked George on the way.
“Down the hall and to the left. Fred is already there. Ginny is fine, just don’t make a loud fuss.”
George nodded. “Okay. Okay. Thank you.”
Even though you’d told Ginny to come and find you if she had any questions, you hadn’t actually expected her to. Quite frankly, you thought after you left, Fred might have scolded her into accepting your help, telling her you’re nothing more than a Parseltongue Slytherin.
Surprisingly, he didn’t. Or, maybe he did, but Ginny decided to make her own judgement.
You were walking out of your dormitory when you heard the end of Draco saying, “...filthy Weasley.”
“Draco!” You shouted as you spotted him standing at the door. “Find something more useful to do with your time before I send your mother a letter about your behaviour. No doubt she’ll send you back a howler.”
Draco turned pale and stalked away with his friends as you turned towards the door to find, “Ginny!”
“I-I’m sorry. I just…I’m sorry.”
She took off running in the opposite direction.
“Wait!” You called after her, leaving the Slytherin door to close itself. “Ginny, wait.”
Eventually, she stopped and turned around to face you. “I-”
But where maybe she had expected you to be mad at her, you just smiled warmly. “How about we go for a walk?”
Ginny nodded, falling into step beside you as you took her on the quieter walk through the school and towards the benches outside the courtyard. She asked you a million different questions, and you explained everything to the best of your ability.
How periods were different for everyone, pain could be small or it could be too much to handle. You explained the biology behind it and why sometimes she might feel angry for no reason, or sad for no reason. You also told her how it’s not something she should be embarrassed about, and if she ever is in need of some help, any girl in the bathroom will help…apart from Moaning Myrtle. Mostly because she’s a ghost and can’t do much.
“I asked Fred and George but they just…went quiet.”
“That’s a first.”
Ginny chuckled. “They’re not so bad. I mean…they tried. How come you know all about this stuff? There isn’t exactly a muggle biology class.”
“You’re right, there’s not. But, I went to a muggle school.”
“You’re a half-blood?”
You nodded. “My mum was in Ravenclaw when she was at school. Taught me everything I know.”
“Even about…this stuff?”
You nodded. “Not because she was a Ravenclaw, but because there was a chance she’d have a muggle daughter. If I wasn’t at Hogwarts, I’d be at an ordinary high school where they teach about it a little more than they do here.”
“Really?”
You nodded. “But just because you know, doesn’t mean you’re not scared. I got mine in my first year, too. But I didn’t have any friends or brothers to help me.”
“So what did you do?”
“Cried.” You answered honestly. “But once I stopped long enough to breathe, I started thinking resourcefully. If I was at muggle school, I’d be in the same predicament. It was no different here than there.”
Ginny nodded, listening to your every word.
“You’ll find it gets a little tedious eventually. But, you’ll also find it has its own superpowers. Like shutting your brothers up if they’re being far too annoying for you to put up with.”
Ginny giggled and looked out to the empty courtyard. “Thank you, Y/n. It’s nice to have a girl to talk to about this stuff. I have mum but I don’t exactly have sisters.”
You smiled. “If you ever need any help, just come and get me. Don’t be afraid, Ginny. And if Draco starts, just tell him to piss off. He wouldn’t admit it, but he’s more scared of his own shadow.”
Ginny laughed again before spotting her friends. She thanked you once more before running back to her friends, but not before she turned around and surprisingly hugged you, tight.
“Bye.”
Joining her friends, you sat back for a moment, taking in the quiet and the fact that Ginny had hugged you. You’d always wondered what it would have been like to have younger siblings to help. Was this the feeling? The…happiness?
But it didn’t last long, because barely thirty seconds later, Fred Weasley was jumping over the back of the bench and sitting beside you.
“Did I just see my sister hug you?”
You turned and looked at him. “What do you want, Weasley?”
“Whoa, hey, hold the hostility for a second. I just wanted to thank you. For helping Ginny yesterday. Like you said, we might have a rivalry of sorts, but…she’s my little sister and you helped her. So…thank you.”
You were slightly taken aback. In the four years you’d known Fred Weasley, not once had your words with him been calm ones. Let alone nice ones.
“Oh. Well…you’re welcome…I guess.”
“And not to sound like some ‘bone headed, misogynistic ass’ but…you should smile more.” Fred smiled. “Smiling suits you more than scowling. Have a nice day.”
For the first time, you’d heard real sincerity in Fred’s voice when he talked to you. And, quite frankly, you didn’t know how to react beyond stunned silence and the overthinking of, “What the hell does that mean?”.
Over the course of the year, more and more of those moments started happening between yourself and Fred Weasley.
First it was with Ginny, then it was with Snape’s potion class and essay; a Slytherin boy had accused him of cheating. But Fred had been stationed at your table the entire time. He hadn’t cheated once. He was…just really good at potions.
Then came the real change.
Throughout the year, more and more first and second years came to you for help. They wanted to actually know what was happening to them. So, after the tenth girl came up to you, you’d asked if you could hold a small talk for the girls after classes.
McGonnagall and Madam Pomfry agreed, even making some different and up-to-date pamphlets on the situation. But, the longer the talks were held, you found a few boys lingering outside the classroom.
At first, you and some of the other older years figured it was so they could snigger and mock the girls. That was, until one afternoon during set-up, you found Fred Weasley sat on one of the rows.
“What are you doing in here?” You didn’t give him a chance to respond, already feeling tired. “Look, if you’re here to take the piss-”
Fred stood, walking over to you. “I’m not here for that. I wanted to talk to you. About it.”
“About it?”
“This,” Fred gestured. “And about some of the boys. Look, I understand why this is for girls, but I was more in the dark than Ginny was when she started. And I know a lot of the guys in this school have younger sisters or even nieces. They wanna learn, too. They want to know how they can help. It’s not like we’re born with this information, and because we don’t have them, we’re not told about them. I think…I think that should change.”
You were shocked at Fred’s sentiment. But, deep down, you agreed with it.
“One boy takes the piss and-”
Fred smiled. “I’ll chuck him out, myself. You have my word.”
Your eyes narrowed at him as he held his hand over his heart, though there was no true malice in your glare. “That seems to be true the longer I know you, Weasley.”
“Told you,” Fred smiled. “I’m not all loud and reckless.”
“No, I guess not.” Your voice came out a little distant, as if your mind was making a decision far away from the situation. Then, rather abruptly, you said, “I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“I misjudged you. I still think you’re reckless…and have a tendency to be loud. But…you’re a good guy, Weasley. Even if you do still get on my nerves every now and again.”
The corners of Fred’s mouth turned up slightly as his own gaze flicked across your face. “Glad to hear it. Wouldn’t want everything to change between us.”
Ignoring the new change of energy between yourselves, you turned away and started laying out leaflets and pamphlets on the chairs, handing Fred half of your pile.
“Since you’re here, you might as well help.”
Over the week, more guys turned up to the talks. And Fred was true to his word. A third year boy found the entire thing too hilarious, pointing and snickering at the first year girls in the front row.
So, from the back of his collar, Fred, along with George, hoisted the boy from his chair and set him outside the classroom.
By the end of the week, and the final talk, Fred was pulled out early by McGonnagall. Though you didn’t know why, part of you felt…sad? Lost?
For a guy that had annoyed the hell out of you for four years, you were starting to feel something about not having him by your side or at least in your line of vision.
“Is everything okay?” You asked him, relieved to see him when he waltzed inside as you were stacking the chairs back.
But he just smiled and held out a letter. “It’s for you.”
“Why are you collecting my mail? You know in the muggle world, it’s illegal to open someone’s mail.”
“It’s illegal here, too.” Fred said. “But it came with my letters from home. And I haven’t opened it.”
“Who’s it from?”
“How would I know? I haven’t opened it.”
Turning it over and opening the wax seal, you unfolded the letter to find Mrs Weasley had written to you. First thanking you for taking care of her daughter, next for teaching her sons and then a final thank you for teaching other kids, too.
“How does she know?”
Fred shrugged. “Maybe Ginny told her or…” He struggled to find a new lie.
You watched Fred for a moment, then smiled. “Oh, my god.”
“What?”
You smiled, almost beaming. “You wrote to your mother about me?”
Fred flushed red. “W-what? No.” He tried to laugh it off, but you saw right through him.
“You wrote to your mother about me.”
“No, I-I didn’t.”
“Whatever you say, Weasley.”
Fred chuckled. “Alright, Y/l/n. No need to be so smug.”
You smiled down at the letter addressed from Molly Weasley. “Nobody’s ever written to their mother about me before. Bad or good.”
Fred felt something warm in his heart. He was proud to be the first.
“I think they’re still serving tea in the Great Hall,” Fred mentioned casually but quietly. “Want to get some?”
For the first time since knowing him, you didn’t have to overthink your answer.
“Sure. Love to.”
That night, a small part of your history…or maybe your future…changed. Fred Weasley not only became your friend, but he also became something more. Something that didn’t exactly have a label. Well, not yet at least. But it was there. The…feeling.
“You sure you’re okay?”
If a year ago, somebody had told you you’d be studying with Fred Weasley, for your OWLs, in the Gryffindor common room, you’d have said they were mad. Insane, even.
But it was true.
A year on from what turned out to be the Diary from Hell for Ginny and other not so dramatic but equally life-changing things, it was true.
You nodded, “I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?” Fred asked you again. “You look like somebody kicked you under the table in Potions today.”
“Felt like it,” you mumbled, trying to concentrate on your coursework.
You didn’t say much after that, but you did grow concerned a little when Fred stood up, also without a word. If he did something, he usually spoke about it first.
And he disappeared for seven whole minutes. Thankfully, a lot of the Gryffindors were used to finding you in their common room, knowing Fred wasn’t too far away. So if any came in, they wouldn’t question your presence.
“Here.”
Fred returned, suddenly, holding out a hot water bottle.
“It might help.”
With a relieved smile, you thanked him.
“Better?” He asked as he sat down.
“Much. Thank you.”
“Maybe you should go to Madam Pomfry. They’re getting worse.”
“I’m fine, Fred. Really.”
Fred just nodded, turning back to his own coursework. But when you gave up on trying to focus on your work, laying on the sofa behind Fred, you sighed.
“Can you tell what this says?”
Picking the piece of parchment from Fred’s hands, you recognised the writing right away. “Fred, this is your handwriting.”
“I know. Can you tell what it says?”
“How can you not know what you’ve written?”
“Please?”
You read it aloud. “Due to the increasing level of pain being experienced, I suggest the best course of action…Fred. I’m not going to Madam Pomfry.”
“It was worth a try. Just…promise me, if it gets worse, you’ll go. Or else I’ll drag you there myself.”
You laid a hand on his shoulder. “I promise.”
As the years went on, the friendship and whatever the unspoken thing was between both of you only seemed to grow until eventually you found yourself in a similar position, lay on one of the patchwork sofas in The Burrow.
“Fred, you really need to get neater with your handwriting,” you said as you turned the page upside down for the third time. “Even I can’t tell what this says.”
“Well…it’s not my fault.”
You gave him a deadpan look. “We all went to the same school. Even George’s handwriting is neater than this. I swear, you need to make up your own spell to figure out what this says.”
From the kitchen, Ginny stood beside her brother. “How long have they been like this?”
“Arguing? Years.” George answered. “Lay that close together? Hours.”
“Do you think they’ve figured it out yet?”
“Fred’s handwriting? If Y/n can’t figure it out, nobody can.”
Ginny sighed, hitting her brother. “Not that. The other thing?”
“That they’re hopelessly and forever bound together in the spell of unspoken love?” George asked as Ginny nodded. “No, not yet.”
Ginny groaned before moving on and heading up the stairs.
“For a guy that is running his own business, you should be able to read your own handwriting.”
Fred shrugged. “For someone that is able to run rings around some of the top lawyers in the Ministry, so should you.”
“Mum says ‘hi’ by the way,” you mentioned to Fred. “She says the papers for your new product should be ready for you to sign on Monday.”
“What time are you heading into the office?”
“Nine.”
“I’ll go with you.”
“Meet you outside of the shop at 8? I need to pick up an order at Flourish and Blotts.”
Fred nodded. “Great. We can grab breakfast if you’d like?”
“Yes,” you said. “But I’m picking the place this time. There’s somewhere I’d like to show you.”
“It’s not gonna be filled with stuffy, uptight lawyers is it?”
You chuckled. “No. Just stuffy, uptight muggle public.”
“Muggles?” Arthur popped his head around the corner. “Bloody love Muggles. All their inventions. A multi-coloured pen. Sensational.”
You smiled before turning to Fred who had the same expression on his face.
Since the very first time you’d met Arthur Weasley, he’d been enamoured with the information you held about Muggles. Apparently he’d met your father once, when he surprised your mother at the Ministry for their Anniversary.
“Fantastic chap,” Arthur had told you.
“Here,” you chuckled as you handed Fred his paper back. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
His eyes trailing after you and a light smile spread across his lips, your eyes locked with Fred’s as you climbed the stairs towards the bathroom. Only once you were out of earshot did George lean over the sofa and hit Fred on the back of the head.
“Oi,” he whispered. “When are you gonna tell her?”
“Tell her what?”
“That you want to marry her and have children with her and live out that fantasy dream of your own Burrow home with her.”
“Bugger off.”
“I’m being serious,” George whispered. “Besides, you’d make a great girl dad.”
“George. If she comes down here, she’s gonna freak out and start physically running back home.”
George just smiled. “That’s what you think. I think she’d run into you arms and-”
“She’s not that kind of girl.”
“Please, every girl is that girl.”
“Y/n’s different.”
“She loves you. And, you, my dear brother, love her, too.”
“George.”
“I don’t hear you denying it,” George sang as he walked away, just in time for you to come back down the stairs, fixing the clasp on the dungarees with random patchwork squares.
Playing Quidditch in the summer with the rest of the Weasley clan one year had resulted in lots of laughter and randomly torn holes in the dungarees you were wearing.
Now, they were patched back together with random pieces of fabric that, even when washed, still somehow smelled of the comforting scent of the Burrow on a fresh summer’s afternoon.
“Denying what?”
“Oh, just that Freddie here-”
“George.”
“Needs to go back to school. Fix that handwriting of his.”
By the time Monday rolled around, you were dragging Fred down a busy London street towards your favourite cafe. Despite it being one of London’s busiest times in the morning, the cafe was practically empty compared to those on Westminster Bridge.
“What can I get for you, dears?”
Placing in a double of your usual order, you left Fred to his own devices. Only, when you returned to him, handing over his to-go bag and tea, you found a woman standing in front of him.
She was flirting with him.
“Here you go,” you told Fred as you gave the stranger a rather withering look.
She smiled, perkily. “Hi, I was just saying to your friend here that he looked a little lost. I’d be more than happy to give him a small tour if you’re in a rush.”
“No,” you answered. “Not in a rush. And he’s not lost. He’s with me.”
“Oh,” she looked between both of you before asking, “Really? I’m sure you’re a nice person but…really? Wow.”
“Okay, we’re leaving.”
Taking Fred’s hand in yours, you practically dragged him out of the cafe. “What was that all about?”
“Nothing.”
“She was just trying to be nice.”
“She was flirting.”
“No, she-” Fred turned and looked at you. He knew the woman was flirting with him, she’d asked for his number. But Fred couldn’t think why you’d reacted so harshly. Until he looked at you, and it hit him.
“Oh, my god,” he chuckled. “You’re jealous.”
Your brows furrowed quickly. “I’m not jealous.”
Fred couldn’t help but laugh a little more. “You are insanely jealous. I already told her I don’t have a phone.”
“She asked for your number?!”
Fred smiled as you turned and looked at him, almost as if someone had tried to brand your heart.
“You-” You cleared your throat, trying to act normal. “Not that I care.”
As the street grew quiet and the red post box came into sight, Fred pulled you aside. “Hey, there’s no need to be jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.”
Fred just smiled. “I wouldn’t have said yes. Other than the fact that I thought she was rude, especially to you. She wasn’t…”
“She wasn’t what?”
Swallowing his pride, Fred finally spoke his truth. “She wasn’t you.”
It took a moment for you to register what Fred was actually saying. “Oh. Oh.”
Fred nodded.
“Well…I…”
“Look, you don’t have to answer it now. Or…ever. You’re my closest friend, and I don’t ever want that to change, and if this does so. Especially if it does so for the worst…I’d rather be by your side just the way we are. You know, if you didn’t…if you don’t…”
“I do.” The words fell out quicker than a golden snitch could fly. “I do. I just…wasn’t expecting it to happen on a pavement in London before…before our meeting.”
Fred felt himself smile. He hadn’t scared you off, so he was off to a good start.
“Can…can we talk about it after work?”
Fred nodded. He’d waited nearly five years. He could wait a few more hours.
“Of course.”
“Okay then.” For a moment, you continued walking with Fred walking behind you. But then you stopped and turned back. “Are you sure? About…about me?”
Fred nodded. “My feelings haven’t changed since fifth year. I doubt they’re gonna change now.”
“Okay.” You sounded a little more confident the second time, even though he could still hear your brain trying to process the whole thing. “Okay, then.”
“This really is a good cup of tea.”
“Told you.”
You could be normal for a couple of hours, acting like you usually did with Fred. Just before lunch, he had to head back to the shop and you kept working through some of the upcoming cases. Though, despite the boring case work, you couldn’t seem to wipe the smile from your face.
Fred felt the same.
And it was just a matter of time before that unspoken feeling you’d held for him for years, finally would have a name.
When you and Draco get into some small argument, Narcissa decides to knock some sense into her son. What? Did you really think she'd take anyone's side but yours?
CW! small couple fight, coarse language, Draco overcomes ego. Let me know if I missed anything!
This is a short one, but I love any fics with great Narcissa-reader relationships.
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Narcissa Malfoy loves routines.
She loves pre-set tea-times and punctual gatherings. She loves the certainty it brings to such an uncertain existence. And she simply does not care if the snobbish pureblood ladies call her a rigid scheming bitch for it.
It’s just who she is.
So forgive her for the overwhelming concern that collects in her neck when you don’t show up that weekend. It’s practically a ritual–ever since you started dating Draco. Saturdays mean a day full of shopping and a luxurious evening dinner. Over the years, as you developed from the nervous girl Draco brought home, to his confident fiancée, she’d grown attached to it. In her mind so had you.
It must be serious if you missed it.
So, she storms into her son’s study, voice low as she says, “What did you do?”
“Mother,” Draco startles. But Narcissa is unfazed, her arms crossing over her chest.
“Why isn’t she here yet?”
He remains silent for a long moment. Then he sighs, long and full of suffering. Sounds like an argument. Narcissa is unsure whether to feel bad for her poor son, or hex him for fighting with you.
“We got into a small…disagreement,” Draco says finally. He runs a hand through his hair, eyes averting to his desk.
“A disagreement about what?”
“It’s very petty. I don’t know why she’s gotten into such a toss about it.”
“Now, Draco.” Narcissa loves her son very much. She would die for him, it’s common knowledge. But there are some things she considers unacceptable. Which is disrespecting women, you especially.
“Have I taught you nothing?”
Draco sighs again. Narcissa softens a little. She gently rubs his shoulder, “What happened?”
“I forgot to say ‘I love you’ before leaving the apartment last Friday.”
Narcissa barely stifles a gasp. Draco casts her a look, before sinking into a wing chair.
“Draco Lucius Malfoy.”
“Mother.”
“You better go apologize to the girl right now.”
“What? It wasn’t that ser-”
“I don’t want any of that ego, Draco.” Her tone rarely hardens around him. He scowls, but it falls flat immediately. Narcissa knows this must be hard on him. For all that pride he’s inherited, there’s only so long he can stay away from you. Only so long until his steel and porcelain crack.
She sighs this time, settling beside him.
“Verbal acknowledgements of love are very gratifying, Draco.”
“I know.”
“It doesn’t take long to say three words.”
“I know.”
“And it’s obvious to anyone with…any senses, truly, that you love her.”
“I-I do.”
“And I want my best friend back.”
Draco finally meets his mother’s gaze. She sees the baffling combination of emotions ravaging through his head. She reaches over to smooth the hair on his forehead. He leans into the age-old comfort, nodding slowly.
“I’ll go talk to her.”
A beat of silence.
Then he jumps up to his feet, pulling his coat off his hanger, “I’ll go right now.”
Narcissa can’t help but smile. He can’t stay away from you for long, but sometimes, everyone needs a little guiding nudge.
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The last thing you expected to see when you opened the door was a very rain soaked Draco Malfoy.
His platinum hair drips all over the fancy wooden floors of the building. His coat is sopping, and despite the very recent argument, you are terrified your Victorian child of a fiancé will catch a cold. You tug him into the warmth of your apartment.
But you are mad at him.
So no welcome. And certainly no kiss.
“Darling.”
You don’t respond, disappearing within the depths of the house to fetch warm clothes. You hear his footsteps behind you.
What does he think? He can show up drenched in rain and just expect you to talk to him. You take your goodbyes very seriously.
You don’t know why he didn’t apparate into the building straightaway. There’s no protective spells about it. Or why he didn’t just use your fireplace. He has done so multiple times before, of course. But then again, he’s always been dramatic.
“Y/N.” He catches hold of your wrist. The cold makes you shudder.
“Look at me.”
You turn slowly. You’re surprised he’s overcome his pride at all.
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh, are you?”
You free yourself from his grasp. He doesn’t resist. He runs a hand through his hair. A trait you’re so familiar with. He’s frustrated, maybe tired. You huff, annoyed.
“I didn’t think I’d have to force you to say ‘I love you’.”
“I do say it!”
“Yeah,” you scoff, “Not everytime.”
“Merlin’s sake,” He curses, and you roll your eyes, “You and my mother have dangerously similar ideals.”
“Oh, so she put you up to this? That makes sense.”
“No, wait. Please let me-”
“Get changed, Draco.” You all but toss the clothes at him. A shirt that you had stolen from him a few weeks ago. He catches it, tossing it to the side.
Before you can react, he grabs hold of your waist, spinning you around. You let out a small yelp, but he’s down on his knees, his wet hair pressing against your abdomen. His thumbs rub slow circles over your hips. A shaky breath escapes his lips.
“I love you, Y/N.” His voice makes a shiver run down your spine. It’s soft and low, like the sound of rustling velvet. You love it so, so much. But you force your hands to stay stiff by your side.
“I love you every moment of the day, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you last week. It is utterly my fault, and it is again my fault that it took my mother for me to realise that." His head lifts to meet your gaze, “Do you understand?”
You think you might cry. Your voice trembles when you say, “Yeah. Yeah, I love you too.”
He takes your hand to press a gentle kiss to the inside of your wrist, “Good. Because I do think my mother would kill me if I let you miss another weekend with her.”
You laugh at that, finally ruffling his hair like you’ve been dying to do. He scowls, but it’s playful.
“I don’t think I could live without another weekend with her,” You answer.
He lets out some sound of relief, and you giggle again, “Let’s go then.”
You grin, wild and unrestricted.
Narcissa might just be the bestest friend a girl could ask for.
not a random boy au
summary: for a long, gruelling minute, angelina is under the impression that her best friend has a crush on her boyfriend. but no, that's the wrong twin.
wc: 1.3k+
At first, Angelina thinks you have a crush on her boyfriend.
It starts one day over the summer before your last year at hogwarts. You’re spending the day at hers, and after exhausting hours spent at the pool, committed to the summer tan you wanted oh so badly, you’ve both approached the hour of lazying around after a long, tiring shower. You'd taken to the carpeted floor of Angelina's bedroom, slumping down on a soft pillow, hair still damp, now laying in your pyjamas. Angelina is replying to a letter from George while you flick through a quidditch magazine.
“Hey, want to be in this photo?” Angelina asks, pulling out her polaroid camera from a drawer by her bed. “To George?” Angelina nods and you shrug yes, straightening up and turning to face the camera that she turns to face the pair of you. You smile casually in the photo intended for your friend, turning back to the magazine as Angelina rewatches the photo playback. She smiles softly “We look cute in that.”
“Then keep it. The man doesn’t deserve it.”
Angelina laughs. Nothing is suspicious to her at this point — obviously. But a few days later, you see another letter addressed to Angelina from Fred and George, and the instant she pulls out her camera, you’re fluffing up your hair and turning your shoulder to the camera cutely as you lean in closer to Angelina, perfectly smiling for the camera. Your best friend doesn’t comment on your sudden change in behaviour, but she furrows her brows as she watches the moving image appear on the sheet of plastic after you've taken the photo.
You take a peek over her shoulder, asking “Wait, do I look good?” and that’s when Angelina feels her heart drop. She turns the photo towards you, and you nod in approval. Angelina shoots you a blank stare before turning her gaze back to the image, noting the way you press yourself against her in the image, hands gently placed on Angelina’s arm, looking into the camera with an angelic gleam in your eyes, smile on full display.
Angelina swears to herself that if she finds out you’re doing all that for her boyfriend, she’s going to pounce on you. But for now, she gives you the benefit of the doubt, because after all, you’ve been her best friend for six years, and she might as well just be imagining things. So Angelina clears her throat and attaches the image to the letter before folding it into an envelope and sending it off.
“They’re inviting us to the Burrow tomorrow for a lake day.” You jerk forward at Angelina’s statement, grimacing as you echo “Tomorrow!? Ugh, that means I need to shave tonight.” Angelina glances down at your exposed legs, shrugging at the short hairs decorating your skin. “You know Fred and George don’t care about that stuff.”
She sees you becoming flustered, averting your eyes from hers as you chew on your bottom lip. “Yeah, but — I don’t know.”
Three months ago, you wouldn’t have cared if the hairs on your legs were fully grown before wearing shorts around the twins. Angelina bites her tongue, nostrils flaring as she thinks of a method to find out if you actually like her boyfriend or not, otherwise she’ll drive herself crazy.
“Yeah, I get it. I mean, I want to impress George even though he doesn’t mind my body hair. Even down - you know where.”
You laugh loudly, digging your face into one of Angelina’s pillows as you yell “Angie! Gross!”
“Oh please, you’ve never complained about the details of my sex life before!”
“Yes I have! Doesn’t mean I don’t want to keep hearing them though. Keep them coming. Please.”
Obviously, you and Angelina agree to meet up before going over to the Burrow, despite her conflicting feelings. But at least it means that when you floo over there, she gets to witness your exact reaction to seeing her boyfriend, and she can decide on whether to jump you or not. While she gives George a long hug, Angelina misses the excited smile you shoot Fred, who’s still halfway across the living room. She pulls away from George, watching as you loosely hug him, keeping your hands respectfully on his shoulders. There’s a lot of space between your bodies, and your casual ‘hey’ confuses Angelina, especially when one of your hands pats his shoulder in an almost brotherly manner.
Was she imagining things this whole time?
But then she sees the way your make eye contact with Fred, and notices the way your eyes light up as he comes closer to you, arms extended for a hug. You press yourself onto your tippy toes as you drape your arms over Fred’s shoulders, face digging into the crook of his neck. Fred’s arms are tight around your waist, his hands placed on your back, bodies pressed snugly against each other. You sway a little in the hug, and when you pull away, a smile still lingers on your lips.
Angelina internally scolds herself, arms hanging loosely by her sides, because how did she not notice?
Angelina can’t help the wide smile from making its way onto her face — both in joy that you don’t have a crush on her boyfriend and in utter disbelief. It’s so obvious. She clears her throat in a poor attempt to recompose herself as Fred gives her a quick side hug, but you’ve seen the look on her face. You know she knows.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” She whispers to you on the way out of the house, and you shrug, cheeks tight with the smile that’s on your face. God, you missed Fred so much. “I’ve been dropping hints to you for a month now.” And, she can’t exactly argue with you, because when she looks at things retrospectively, even your small actions from the past two days make sense. Like the way you didn’t care about how you looked in an image just to George but posed like a model in one she sent to the twins — to Fred.
Angelina speeds her pace up, skipping to her boyfriend joyously and coincidentally, Fred slows his down so he can walk with you towards the lake. “It’s good to see you.” Fred says with a smile, looking down at you.
“Yeah, you too. Two weeks of summer without your pretty face around was a mistake.” Fred laughs, bumping his shoulder with yours.
You drop your bag on the floor alongside where Angelina and George have laid their things out, sliding your feet out of your flip flops. “We can put the blanket out,” Angelina starts, raising a hand up to her eyes to protect them from the sun. “You guys go test the water or something.”
“Uh, what if I want to go test the water?” You ask, but Angelina rolls her eyes, tossing the big beach mat at you, and you manage to catch it despite your eyes being glued to a now shirtless Fred Weasley. You huff in mock annoyance but begin helping her out anyway, sitting down on the mat in triumph as you strip off your top. Angelina moves to stand in front of you, hands on her hips, eyes squinted at you in battle with the sun.
“You know, for a second there, I thought you had a crush on George.”
You snort out a graceless laugh, leaning back on your elbows as you loosely shrug your shoulders. “That explains why you were being a bitch.”
Angelina laughs, joining you on the mat. She observes George, biting the inside of her cheek as she internally scolds herself again. Why on earth would you have a crush on her boyfriend? “Yeah I was, wasn’t I? Whatever. You do know I’m going to try setting you guys up now, right?”
“Uh, don't insult me like that. I don’t need help with men. Give me two days and he'll be on his knees for me.”
summary: you and fred had been friends for so long that it never occurred to the both of you that everyone thought you were dating.
pairing: fred weasley x gryffindor!reader
includes: fluff, the both of you being mischievous, kissing, cursing, the two third years being wingmen when they don’t even know it
a/n: officially working on requests the second this gets posted!
You and Fred had the same routine every Sunday night after dinner. The routine was simple and familiar—so familiar that even the younger students knew it all too well. Every Sunday evening, you would typically read the Daily Prophet or do final touches to your essays while Fred would find a way to bother you until you finally gave into him and give him attention. That’s how Sunday nights would always go.
Except for tonight. For some reason, today felt off and neither of you could place a finger on it. The evening started off normal, but the longer you ignored it, the more the feeling intensified.
You were supposed to be working on your Charms essay, but all you could think about was the small feeling nagging at the back of your mind. You were so absorbed with the thought that you didn't realize you were biting the tip of you quill until Fred pulled your hand away from you, propping his feet up on your lap.
"What's with the face, Faucett? Need help with your Charms essay?" Fred asked, pouting dramatically when you snapped out of your trance and pushed his feet off your lap. "You hate me."
You scoff and roll up your parchment, placing it away on the side table. "I do not hate you, Fred."
“You do.” He teased and angled you to face him, pulling your legs to lay over his lap instead. He watched you rest your head against the cushions of the couch, making him tap your knee in concern. “What’s wrong?”
You huff and play with the threads of you sweater that Molly had made you this past Christmas, meeting his eyes that were filled with more emotion than you could place. “Nothings wrong with me, but it feels like something in this room is, you know?”
Fred looked over at the other people in the room. There were hardly any people in the Gryffindor Common Room on Sunday evenings. Everyone was out either making use of the last few hours of freedom they had before classes started the next day or in their dorms, trying to cram for any surprise quizzes.
The only people that were in the Common Room were a group of first years comparing notes, some fourth years playing exploding snap, and a pair of third years conversing quietly in a corner, tucked away from prying eyes and voices—such as Fred Weasley himself.
Fred raised a brow at the two boys who looked away quite quickly when they met the older boy's gaze. He turned back to you for a quick second, replying quietly to your previous comment. “Maybe…”
You crease your brows and look over at the pair of boys as well, “What—?”
“Oi!” Fred hollered at the two third years, making the entire room snap their heads over at the sudden boom of a voice. You blew a piece of hair away from your face in exasperation, giving the other students apologetic looks for the commotion.
“What are you blokes whispering about?” He called out, making the third year on the left burn bright red.
You poke Fred's arm when you saw the poor boy's face, not deterred by all his muscles underneath his own sweater. “Fred, stop bothering them."
The same boy looked away from you two, swallowing thickly while his friend pursed his lips in an effort to not laugh at the current situation. While the rest of the room went back to what they were doing, Fred continued to watch the pair, waiting for a response from either one of them.
Finally, after the two boys whispered back and forth—for Godric only knows how long—one of them spoke up, making the red-head beside you perk up instantly.
“Nothing important.” The teen on the right said for the sake of his friend, waving a dismissive hand in your general direction. “Just trying to figure out how to ask this girl out."
The second you both heard those words come out of the boy's mouth, you looked over at Fred who was already looking back at you with a grin that could only be described as smug.
You sighed, knowing you couldn't do much to stop whatever Fred planned on doing. “Freddie, don’t—“
He stood from his spot on the couch, hands placed on his hips like he suddenly knew the answers to everything in the universe. “Luckily, you’ve come to the right man—“
“—Boy—“ You quipped from his side as you followed him to ensure he wouldn't do or say anything stupid.
“Shut up.” Fred half-heartedly pushed you to the side, still catching you when you stumbled over your feet. He stuck his thumb in the other teen’s direction, “Anyway, who does he fancy?”
You roll your eyes at his antics and give them a warm, reassuring smile, hoping it would take their minds off whatever foolishness Fred has in plan. “First, what are your names?”
“I’m Oliver, and he’s James.” The boy on the right said tentatively, the one on the left—which you both now knew was James—nodding in agreement.
Fred clasped his hands together and nodded mindlessly, keeping his eyes trained on the boys. “Alright, I’m Fred and she’s the pain in my arse—“
“Can you focus?” You groan and shove him to the side, laughing loudly when he threw you over his shoulder to get you to stop interrupting—although the two of you knew it was hopeless.
“Oliver, who does James fancy?” Fred asked, ignoring your calls and protests.
You continued to wiggle yourself free from his grasp, huffing when he held onto you tighter. At that point, the rest of the Common Room gave you odd looks, making you flush a bright pink in slight embarrassment.
Oliver opened his mouth to speak, hesitantly as he stared at you and Fred in concern and confusion, unsure what to do in the situation. “Uhm… He fancies this girl in Hufflepuff named Lila—“
You gasped and hit Fred hard in between his shoulder blades, earning a groan as he dropped you from his arms. You spun around and gave James a soft look, knowing exactly who Lila was. You had tutored her last year in Potions—and based on your five minute interaction with James—the would be the perfect pair.
“She’s really bright and gifted in Herbology.” James says softly, making your heart ache at how he spoke about Lila in adoration.
“Have you tried to ask her out before?” You ask and watch him fidget with his hair.
He shakes his head, eyes darting away from your face toward the ground. “I’m too nervous.”
After recovering from you sudden attack, Fred clapped his hand on James’ back, ruffling his hair when the boy looked up at him. “Don’t be, you look handsome and clearly you’ve got the brains for it.”
In an instant, you saw an increase of confidence in the thirteen year old, making you grin at the sight. Maybe Fred being nosy in other students’ conversations wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
You watched for another second before murmuring something to Fred about finally finishing your Charms essay, giving the two boys one last smile. Before you left for the couch, Fred subconsciously pressed a kiss to the top of your head, knowing you were leaving even though he barely listened to you as he continued to speak to the younger students.
“Ask her out to a picnic by the lake or in one of the outdoor gardens—Not Hagrid’s, of course. That would be a nightmare.” Fred clarified with a small smirk decorating his face, leaning back on one of the armchairs behind him as the boys listened intently.
“Thanks, I’ll ask her tomorrow after class.” James replied with a new found determination in his voice.
Finally snapping out of his small trance, Oliver switched his gaze from Fred to your spot on the couch, tilting his head with a raised brow. “How did you ask your girlfriend out?”
Fred copied his facial expression, turning his head to follow the boy’s eye line when they landed on you. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue before clearing his throat, waving a dismissive hand in the air.
“Oh, we’re not dating.”
“Sure seems like it.” Oliver crossed his arms and raised both brows this time, judging Fred like he was a liar. “You can’t give out advice about dating without having a girlfriend yourself.”
“My advice is fool proof!” Fred blurted, almost baffled that a thirteen year old accused him of spreading false information—though he has done that multiple times before to everyone he knew
“Then how come you don’t have a girlfriend?”
Fred opened his mouth and shut it, putting his index finger up toward the boys before turning and walking over to you. He stood in front of you with his hands in his front pockets, waiting until you finished your thoughts on the essay before speaking.
“Did you know people think we’re dating?” He said quietly, earning a wide-eye look from you. Based on your reaction, you probably didn’t know either. “Yeah, weird. Those two boys thought we were dating.”
“That’s the weird feeling I was getting in this room.” You say as you twirl your golden charm necklace between your fingers, looking over at the two boys who suddenly looked guilty and mischievous at the same time. You raise a brow and look back at Fred with a small smirk, making him grin back.
“Can you imagine the shock on their faces if they believed it took you two seconds to land a girlfriend?”
Fred bent over by the waist, lips mere centimeters from yours. “And what do you have in mind, Faucett?”
Your smirk widens before you pull him in by the collar of his sweater, lips meeting his faster than anyone could have expected it. As if someone flipped a switch in Fred’s mind, he quickly reciprocated, hands coming up to cup the back of your neck and cheek.
For a second, the two of you were completely immersed in each other that you didn’t realize that—once more—the Gryffindor Common Room stared. This time, they stared only for a brief moment before looking away. It seemed like everyone expected it since the moment you both walked into the Common Room together on any Sunday evening.
You separate after the kiss that lasted longer than you both thought it would last, the two of you slightly out of breath, but still wearing eat-shitting grins at fooling the two third years in their small corner. Fred glanced at them from the corner of his eye, winking at Oliver specifically when he stared with a gaped mouth.
“That’ll be the best piece of advice they’ll ever get.” You laugh quietly as Fred plops down beside you, resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arm around your abdomen, warm against your skin under the sweater. “You’re not going back to those two boys?”
“Nah, it’ll ruin the fun.” He drawled and looked up at you with his pretty brown eyes, pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder unexpectedly. You looked down at him and raised a brow, waiting for an explanation from the one Weasley you liked a little more than the others.
“So, you? Me? Next weekend? Hogsmeade?” He asked with a confident smile, twirling a piece of your hair in between his index and thumb.
You bite back a smile and pat his cheek, his own smile never wavering. “You really know how to make a girl feel special, Weasley.”
“Is that a yes?” He questioned, looking between your eyes.
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” You say as you go back to finishing your essay, not caring for the blush that rose to your cheeks.
You and Fred have been friends since first year, but it never crossed your mind that you could ever be in the relationship everyone assumed you were in. Not until this year. It felt like you clung to every single word he spoke to you this time, and it felt so different.
All the pranks he would plan with Lee and George was always relayed to you, every gift he planned to give to his family members went through you—you were practically his without officially being his.
“I plan for many things, Faucett.” Fred moved to sit properly and dragged your legs back on top of his lap, messing with the embroidery on your jeans. “But I never planned on someone like you kissing me just to mess with two thirteen year olds.”
“You went along with it.” You clarify, knowing damn well that he also wanted to prank the two teens. Besides, it’s not like it was your first time kissing Fred. Not at all.
Your gaze meets his, “So what, you actually want to take me out on a date now?”
“Yep.” He continued to grin and trace the embroidery.
You carefully tuck away your Charms essay once more, continuing to hide the smile that came with the thought of going out with Fred Weasley. “I guess I’ll go on a date with you.”
Fred didn’t even know his grin could get bigger, but it did. He pulled you as close to him as he could, arms wrapped securely around your waist as he tilted his chin down to meet your eyes. “You say it like it’s a bad thing.”
“You are bad news.” You laugh and melt into him when he pressed a kiss to your forehead. You raised a brow at him, “Never planned huh?”
“Nope.” He popped his syllables with a smile so bright you swore the sun would shake in it’s presence. “Never planned.”
💭 You love it when he talks, that damn Scottish Accent that ties your stomach to knots.
‼️ Friends to Lovers, teasing, Quidditch Obsessed Oliver, Oblivious Oliver at first, Flirty Oliver as the story progresses, smut at the end (sort of just making out?) 😛 (i've never written smut so pls bear w me)
‼️ this might not follow the logic or lore from the books (like being excused from classes to practice) but it's just there for the plot :))
oneshot
A Valentine's Special!
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"I'm blabbering again, aren't I?"
"You are, but don't shut up. I love it."
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Everyone thought you two were dating.
Oliver Wood? Dating? Pft, oh please. That man had Quidditch on his mind 24/7. You laughed at the idea that Oliver Wood would ever date someone when there's Snitches, Bludgers and Quaffles flying around in his mind.
You and Oliver had been friends for as long as you could remember. You met him on the train, lugging around his bag full of Quidditch equipment which should have been left in one of the compartments in the train, but he clung onto it as if he'd die if he let go.
He didn't have anywhere to sit so you kindly offered him a seat there in your cart. He sat down and spent the whole ride yapping about Quidditch strategies, Quidditch tactics and more and more Quidditch related topics.
You were annoyed at first, but after a while you were intrigued by this boy. You came from a family of Quidditch maniacs too, so for you this was a daily occurrence.
You both talked and laughed the whole train ride, even traveling to the castle together.
6 years later, you two were still glued to the hip.
And ofcourse with 6 years of your close bond you'd think that everyone would probably just say that "Oh Oliver and You? You guys are the sweetest friends I've ever seen!". But noooo, it was: "Oh Oliver and You? You guys are the cutest couple I've ever seen!" or "There goes the Quidditch Couple".
When you and Oliver found out on 3rd year that people thought that of you two, you both were weirded out. Like, can't you guys be opposite genders and be friends? You both just rolled your eyes whenever you heard a couple comment, but you stopped that reaction when you reached the 4th year.
By that time you've realized that what you felt for Oliver that was once friendly banter turned into butterflies that go haywire in your stomach.
You always felt goosebumps when he slung his shoulder around you. When he called your name it made your heart flutter. When he would come to you to hang out after a Quidditch practice you find yourself fixing yourself up just for a walk by the Black Lake.
But most of all, you find yourself entranced by the way he talks. That Scottish accent always gets your heart tied to knots. It doesn't matter what topic you guys talk about, as long as he runs that mouth of his you feel like as if you're the only two people in the world.
You never want him to stop. Quidditch tactics? Yap away. Ranting about Marcus Flint? Honey you're all ears. Just little babbles? You're sat down.
"Am I blabbering too much?" he'd ask
You'd nod with a smile "You are, but keep talking. I like it when you run your mouth."
He would come to you and talk strategies on how to beat Flint's the Slytherin team's ass. Safe to say you were his personal Quidditch strategist. You pointed out the flaws in his strategies and help him come up with better ones. You were even invited to their team tent before the game and give them some moral support and pep talk or, as Fred and George would say: your "Motivational Support for Wood".
You were really close with the team, and you had a feeling that they were already catching up on what you felt with Oliver. Angelina knew, you told her personally. Katie and Alicia had their guesses. Harry hardly cared but you were sure he was suspicious. And as for Fred and George they were constantly a pain in your arse as they would shove you two together and call you "Mum" and "Dad".
Both you and Oliver would just scold them (and Oliver would make them stay late for practice) but it would be a lie if you said that you didn't like it.
You know that you shouldn't feel that way. Like come on, who seriously falls inlove with an accent? You were also pretty sure that he would never feel the same way... Until this week.
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You had just finished Potions class and stood up from your seat to stretch. Snape had gone on and on and practically tackled atleast 3 lessons at once.
You picked up your notes and put them in your pack. Oliver had not come to class today because of a Quidditch match tomorrow. The Gryffindor team had an excuse letter from McGonnagal herself (though you were pretty sure Oliver begged her to make one). Now you had made notes for Oliver to copy on once he was done.
You muttered a little goodbye to Snape for respect as he just ignored you and walked away.
"What an arse.." you muttered as you exited the class and went straight for the Great Hall. Your stomach was growling worse than a dragon.
Passing through the doors you went straight for the Gryffindor table where you spotted Lee Jordan already wolfing down a plate of eggs.
"Did you miss breakfast earlier?" you asked as you sat down across from him.
He grinned and nodded at you as a greeting and swallowed his food. "Nah."
"Then why does it look like you haven't eaten in days?"
"Jeez, can't a guy just enjoy a plate of eggs?" he rolled his eyes and smirked.
You shrugged "Just sayin." you said as you loaded your own plate with some roast beef.
"Where're the twins?" you asked as you stabbed your food with a fork.
Lee shrugged and filled his goblet with pumpkin juice "I dunno, still at practice I guess? They've been at practice since 2nd period. You should've seen Mr. Flitwick's face when Oliver came bursting in announcing that McGonnagal excused them for Quidditch practice" he laughed.
You let out a sigh and chuckled "I swear, Oliver is never giving his team a break. I can only imagine what those poor things are going through."
Lee snorted "Tell me about it."
"Oh you can never imagine." a voice grumbled from behind you.
You looked behind you to be face to face with an exhausted George Weasley.
"Oliver is a monster." Fred walked towards you before stopping beside George.
"Jeez, you guys look awful." Lee scrunched his nose.
"Shove off." Fred said before flipping him off.
George sat beside you and Fred sat beside him. Both of them tired, breathing ragged and hair looking like a rat's nest.
"Merlin, look at you both. Did Oliver even give you a break?" you asked as you poured them some pumpkin juice.
"You know damn well he didn't" George grumbled as he thankfully took the goblet from you and gulped in all in one go.
Fred dramatically put his arm on his face "Oh mother, our dear father made us practice non stop. Don't you feel bad for us? Could you please tell your Dear Sweet Oliver to atleast give us the afternoon to rest for the game tomorrow?" he said dramatically and pouted in your face.
George snorted into his goblet and Lee snickered.
You rolled your eyes and flicked some peas in his direction.
"Oh shut it, Weasley." you grumbled as you stabbed your roast beef again.
"Oh come on, we all know how much you love our Captain. You're always practically drooling while hearing his voice yap about Quidditch, tactics, blah blah." George nudged you playfully as you almost choked on your food.
"I most certainly do not." you snapped.
"Certainly, you do." Fred smirked.
"Not."
"Do to."
"Not."
"Do to."
"Not."
"Do to."
"NOT."
"DO T—"
"What in blazes are you two yammering about?" a heavy Scottish accent made you both fall into silence.
George bit his lip, suppressing a laugh. Lee just whistled as he stacked some muffins on top of each other.
Oliver slid to the seat next to you and poured himself some pumpkin juice. "You both sound like kids." he said.
You rolled your eyes "Tell that to Fred."
Fred batted his eyes "Oh I'm sorry, Mum and Dad. I'll be a good boy from now on."
"Shut up, Fred." you and Oliver both say in unison.
"Even speaking together! Couple goals!" Lee chortled as George banged on the table, laughing.
"Shut up, all of you." Oliver mumbled as he sighed heavily.
"Oh c'mon, Oliver. We all know how you love being teased with your little strategist." George wiggled his eyebrows.
"I will make you run laps around the pitch, Weasley. So help me." you growled.
George feigned in mock offense "Oh no! Mother is gonna make me run laps! Father, do something!"
Oliver snorted and scooped some corn to his plate "I'd let her."
The trio howled with laughter as you and Oliver just sat there.
"Anyways" Oliver said, turning to you and ignoring the three annoyances. "We need help strategizing for the game tomorrow."
"Mhm." you mumbled as you rested your chin on your palm and leaned on the table.
"Okay, so i was thinking..." Oliver went on and on talking about Quidditch strategies while you were transfixed by the way he was talking.
"—so do you mind?" Oliver finished talking.
You shook your head, jolting back to your senses. "Huh, what?"
Fred laughed and slapped his knee "Oh Godric, look at her face."
George howled with laughter "Were you even listening?"
You felt your ears heat up "S-sorry, zoned out. Potions class was a pain." you said as an excuse.
Lee rolled his eyes "Yeah right, you were just too focused on Oliver's voice to even focus on what he was saying."
"I was not!"
"You were." the trio said.
Oliver cleared his throat and the four of you looked at him.
"Do you three mind?" he said to Fred, George and Lee. "You're disturbing us. Go on before I really make you run laps around the pitch. Even you, Lee." he threatened.
The trio scrambled out of their chairs before Oliver could pelt them with a lunch roll, while laughing and hollering and calling out teases to you both.
Oliver bit down at his food as he turned to you again.
"So, I was saying. Do you mind if you meet us at the team tent later? After your last class?" he said in between bites. "I need— I mean, we, need you." he faltered as pink crept to his cheeks.
You blinked at his words "Oh, uh, sure."
Silence swept over the both of you and you felt this tension around the both of you that you've never felt before.
Oliver cleared his throat again and stood up to leave.
"Gotta go. Cya later." he said in a hurry and left.
...The fuck just happened?
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The day passed by like a blur. Next thing you know you're already walking towards the Quidditch pitch.
It was getting dark and you knew that you'd probably get past curfew, but lucky for you, your last class was Transfiguration and McGonaggal had pulled you aside and gave you an excuse letter. She seemed tired about it and it was probably because Wood told her he needed you. But being the loving professor she was, she went out of her way to do everything for your house. You thanked her and went on your way.
You stopped by the tent flap where you heard the team squabbling.
"No no! We can't do that!" you heard Oliver hiss angrily.
You could practically hear Fred's eye roll "Oh c'mon! It seems pretty rad to me!"
"You're risking Alicia and Angelina here." Katie pointed out.
"Not to mention it could take out me or you and leave Harry out in the open. You know that those Slytherins can tamper with the bludgers." George agreed.
You heard Harry groan in annoyance.
Fred scoffed "You guys just don't appreciate my master plans." he said, earning a scoff from the others.
Oliver sighed "Let's just wait for—"
"—Mum to get here?" Fred finished.
Silence.
The team bursted out in laughter as you peak through the crack of the flap. And the scene made your heart flutter.
The team surrounded Oliver as his cheeks burned red. You guessed they just finished practice, because everyone had changed out of their practice jerseys and was wearing some more comfortable clothing. But Oliver caught your eye, wearing a short sleeved Gryffindor shirt that flattered his features.
"He loves it when we tease him like that." George said while slapping Fred's arm playfully.
"Look how red he is!" Fred laughed.
"SHUT UP!" Oliver snapped, covering his face.
Angelina put her hand on Oliver's shoulder "Hey, stop it guys!" she yelled, then continued: "Dad can't take it when we tease him about Mum."
More laughter, even Harry was clutching his stomach.
"What the hell am I gonna do with you all?" Oliver mumbled.
Katie wiped a tear from the corner of her eyes "You guys are so adorable. Just get together already!"
You watched on, heart thumping and face heating up. You took a step back and—
CRUNCH
...Silence.
You cursed under your breath as you lifted your heel and found that you had stepped on a twig. A fucking twig.
"...Oh crud, do you think she's here?" you heard Harry mutter.
You saw George walking towards the flap to check, and before he could see and realize that you've been there the entire time, you burst in with that welcoming smile of yours.
"Good evening team, lovely night eh?"
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Everyone was silent when you walked in. But you acted as if you really had just gotten there instead of eavesdropping behind the flap.
You made your way beside Oliver and looked around the team, feigning confusion.
"Why are you all silent? You're acting weird." you pointed out.
Suddenly everyone had a fit of coughs and grunts, trying to let go of the awkward silence.
You glanced at Oliver who was trying his best not to meet your eyes. His cheeks were red and he was trying to gain his composure.
Finally, he cleared his throat and turned his attention to you. The team quieted down as you all waited for him to speak.
"Alright." he finally spoke, stuttering abit. "Let's talk strategy."
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The entire strategy meeting consisted of you and Oliver explaining the game plan to the team while Fred and George gave some of their... Helpful, suggestions (which neither you nor Oliver took into even the slightest of consideration. As their suggestions included bumping into the Slytherins to knock them off their broom. Oliver wanted to consider, but you declined.).
After what seemed like an hour, you looked around the group to see that they were hardly listening from exhaustion. Even Fred and George who were going to war with you about the plan had their eyes drooping. Harry was leaning against the table trying to fight his sleepiness, Katie and Angelica were already leaning against each other and Alicia was already resting her chin on her palm, snoozing off.
You looked at Oliver who was still focused on planning, but already had his eyes drooping. You yourself felt your head empty.
You turned to the team "Why don't you guys head back to your dorms and get a goodnight's rest? You've got a big game tomorrow." you smiled softly.
All of them gave out a sign of relief. Oliver was about to protest when you shot him a death glare.
"Ugh about time." George mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
"You're a life saver." Alicia said yawning.
"Thanks, Mum." Fred said almost weeping with happiness as he rounded the table to hug you.
You patted him as you gasped for air "Yes yes, whatever, Fred. You're acting like a baby. Go now before I change my mind."
Fred let go and winked at you as he looked behind you and grinned. He hugged you again "Bye, Mum. Have fun strategizing with Dad."
"Shut up, Fred." You and Oliver said at the same time, making the others laugh.
"Don't get rowdy in here you two!" Angelina called out.
You felt you cheeks heat up "What in the blazes-"
"Byeee!!" Katie called out.
They all filed out of the tent, snickering and calling out teases until their voices faded out, leaving only you and Oliver alone.
You turned to face him, and your heart skipped a beat. He was already staring at you. Eyes tired but he had this soft smile on his face.
You blinked at him "What?"
He averted his eyes from you as he cleared his throat.
"Nothin'. Just amusing to see how you can handle them."
"You mean the team? Oh please they're just babies." you snorted.
Oliver chuckled "Yeah, they are."
He fidgeted with the parchment laid out on the table. You stared at him, how the lamplight shone on his face, how he looked so tired but still managed to keep a smile on his face. Not to mention—
"We should probably wrap this up, you look sleepy yourself." He said, accent thick and voice deep from tiredness.
You felt your stomach erupt with butterflies. This was one thing that made you go crazy whenever you and Oliver spent a tiring night together, talking. His voice tended to go deeper than it was, accent going thicker. It took all of your willpower to bit your lip there and then.
"Y-yeah. We should." you stuttered as you turned to the parchment.
You both went on to talk about strategy, Oliver the one talking more and you being the one to point out the flaws.
It went on and on until you were too tired to reply and Oliver just went on to recap the entire plan.
"I really don't get how you could let them just tease you with me like that."
You raised a brow "Like what?"
Oliver shrugged as he made air quotes "Mum and Dad?"
You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling the butterflies going feral in your stomach "I dunno, I just let it go. No point in scolding them, anyways. We did that long ago but they still won't stop."
"I don't know about you, but something tells me that you enjoy it."
You freeze and turn to look at him. He had this stupid smirk on his face as he sleepily leaned on his palm.
You scoffed and swatted his arm "I do not. It's weird."
"Really now?" he said, voice gruff. He leaned closer to you, ever so slightly, and your breath hitched as he stared into your eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes that always made you feel at peace.
You just snapped out of it and scoffed again. You push his head away by placing a finger on is forehead.
"Are you done being weird so we can finish this?"
He laughed softly and gathered the parchment that was under your hands, finger brushing softly.
"I think that's enough for tonight, we've already got a plan anyways. Let's call it a night."
You nodded and helped him pack up some of the things in the tent.
"Shall we?" you asked as he nodded and grabbed his things.
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The walk towards the Gryffindor Castle was silent, which you both enjoyed. You heard birds and crickets chirping in the trees. You heard the rustle of bushes whenever squirrels ran about. You felt the woosh of air across your face, breathing in the night smell.
Oliver was walking beside you, staying at your pace. He was mumbling to himself, probably about the game tomorrow.
You nudged him "I think that's enough about Quidditch, eh?"
Oliver blinked out of his trance as he looked at you, now smiling awkwardly "Sorry, just want to enjoy the look of defeat on Flint's face when we finish him off tomorrow."
You rolled your eyes "Oh please, you and that obsession with Flint, if I didn't know better I'd say you're inlove with him." you teased.
Oliver groaned "Shut up."
"Oliver and Marcus sitting on a tree." you sang "K-I-S-S-I-N-G."
Oliver shoved you playfully as you squealed with delight.
"Shut up!" Oliver grumbled but laughed anyways.
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You and Oliver both arrived at the front of the Fat Lady's portrait who was not pleased to see the both of you out this late.
"You two again." she grumbled "Do you both realize how late it is? Where have you two been?"
Oliver rubbed the back of his neck "Well, we have a Quidditch match tomo—"
The Fat Lady groaned as she cut Oliver off.
"You and your Quidditch obsession." she turned to you "I have no idea how you're still with this boyfriend of yours."
Your ears turned red "He's not my—"
"Whatever." the Fat Lady said impatiently "I've got somewhere I need to be. Password?" she asked.
You muttered the password and the portrait swung open. Once you and Oliver were inside it swung shut with a heavy thud.
"Geez, looks like someone's on her period.." Oliver mumbled, earning a laugh from you.
"I mean, she is right. You and your Quidditch obsession." you said as you both walked to the couches, plopping down.
Oliver snorted "Atleast I'm not the one asking passwords when she knows damn well that I've been here for years."
"It's just necessary, Oliver."
"Yeah right."
Silence followed after that, as the both of you were already tired. You both just sat there, staring off into nothingness when Oliver cleared his throat. You looked at him.
"I really wonder that too sometimes." he said.
You raised a brow "Wonder what?"
He shrugged "How you're still my friend even though I'm obsessed with Quidditch. I'm surprised you haven't pelted me for going on and on about Quidditch. Or always cancelling our study plans for Quidditch. Or always having to ask you for notes because of Quidditch. I just realized that whenever I'm with you Quidditch, Quidditch, Quidditch is the only thing I talk about."
You laughed softly "I don't mind... I like it when you talk..." you say as you fidget with your shirt.
Oliver raised a brow, and in a thicker accent he said: "Really? When I talk? Why is it you like it when I talk?" he asked teasingly.
You gulped "Quidditch ofcourse. That's always what's coming out of that mouth of yours." you lied. "And you know me. My family's just like you. I wouldn't be surprised if one day they decided they wanted to put me up for adoption and have you instead."
Your whole family, also Quidditch maniacs, your brothers were all Quidditch stars. Your father was a retired player, your mother played as a Chaser when she went to Hogwarts. That left only you, you never found much love to play for it, only to watch and know about it.
Oliver laughed "Oh shut up. They definitely love you. You and your strategies." he rested his hair back on the couch "Y'know.. I'm glad I have ya." he said softly.
You looked at him and he continued "I never expected you to stay, but here you are."
You bit your lip and laughed "I'm surprised you even make time for me despite your schedule."
He shrugged "How couldn't I? You're practically one of the most important people in my life now. I can't loose you."
That caught you off guard as you felt your heart thump. He looked back at you with this smile on his face as he sat up straight and just stared at you.
The room was silent except for the crackle off fire...
...And until someone behind you cleared their throat.
You both jolted and whipped your heads behind you to see Percy Weasley standing in his night gown, hands on his hips and a frown on his face.
"It's late." he spat "Where have you two been?" before either of you could reply he just shook his head and pointed to the stairs. "Dorms, both of you."
You and Oliver rolled your eyes as you stood up.
"Geez Perce... It's our last year, cut us some slack." you mumble.
"No, I'm Head Boy." He says as if that explains everything.
"Ofcourse, Percy. We know. We've known for years." Oliver mumbled as you three headed for the stairs.
You were gonna climb the stairs towards the girls dorms when Oliver caught your wrist, making you flinch.
"See you after lunch tomorrow." he said.
"I'll be there 20 minutes before the game." you said.
Oliver smiled and behind him Percy cleared his throat. Oliver let go and followed Percy up the stairs to the boys dorms. You went on your way to your dorm.
You plopped on your bed and replayed the day in your head. A lot has happened, and it's got your mind swirling with thoughts. You turned in your bed, trying to sleep, so that you can already go on with tomorrow.
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It was almost time for the game.
You had rushed out of the Great Hall as fast as you can, wanting to get to the team tent before the game started.
Rushing towards the pitch, you saw students chattering and laughing as they were buzzing with excitement for the game. You could already hear bets being placed.
You weaved through the crowd until you were at the front of the tent. You barged in and was immediately greeted by the sight of the Gryffindor Quidditch team preparing. George was putting on his gloves while Fred made some batting motions in the corner. The girls were tying their hair while Harry was stretching and doing warm ups.
As for Oliver, he was pacing on the middle of the floor, muttering to himself.
You approached the team and gave them a warm smile. Oliver hasn't noticed you yet. You approached him and put a hand on his shoulder to stop him from his pacing.
"Keep that up and you'll end up burning a hole through the floor." you teased.
He stopped in his tracks and looked at you. He smiled. You didn't anticipate what happened next.
He pulled you into a hug and your breath caught in your throat. After a few seconds he pulled away.
"About time." he mumbled.
You just blinked up at him as everyone stared at you both. George and Fred wolf-whistled.
"Public Display of Affection I see?" Fred taunted.
Oliver rolled his eyes "Can't a man hug his best friend for goodluck?"
Best Friend. That sent a pang through your chest.
You snapped out of it and turned to the team "Now's not the time for that." you grinned at them "Now's the time to kick Slytherin's ass."
Everyone erupted in cheers and you looked at Oliver who nodded and then turned to the team.
"Alright, lads. Let's talk strategy."
The next minutes you and Oliver explained the plan to the team and how to avoid the tampered Bludgers and how to confuse the opoosing team (with Fred and George making a Mum and Dad commentary ofcourse). You were gonna start giving them a motivational speech when you heard Lee's voice announce: "10 minutes till the match! Goodluck teams! Especially to Gryffindo— Alright! Sorry, Professor. Goodluck equally to both our teams!" he grumbled.
You sighed "Guess no speech this time guys." you chuckled.
George clapped you on the back "It's alright Mum, don't waste your breath on us." his eyes drifted to Oliver. "Why not give Dad a speech instead?" he grinned as the team erupted in laughter.
"We'll be out on the field now. Don't take too long!" Alicia said in a sing-song voice.
And before you could protest or even say anything, the team filed out of the tent. The twins gave Oliver a big thumbs up. Before leaving Fred yelled: "Maybe give him a kiss too while you're at it! For good luck!"
You felt your face burn as you watch them walk away, leaving you and Oliver alone. You turned to him and saw that he was already as red as a tomato.
He looked at you "Sorry about them.." he muttered.
You just laughed awkwardly as you took a step closer towards him and fixed his robes. "They've been doing this for years and you still say sorry?"
He didn't look at you when you were so close, he just looked away, averting his gaze. "Yeah, I know. Still sorry for it though."
You shoved him playfully and laugh "You better get going to your children, Wood."
He looked at you and smirked "You mean our children?" he said in a deep tone, accent thick as he turned his head to face you.
You blinked at his words and rolled your eyes "Oh shut up."
He leaned in close to you and your breath hitched. He was close enough to you, you felt his breath on your ear.
"But I thought you liked it when I talked?"
You froze entirely at his words. Your heart was thumping in chest, butterflies erupted in your stomach.
He pulled away and looked you in the eyes, smirking.
"I'll see you later." he said as he grabbed his broom and left.
Once you were sure he was gone, you collapsed on the floor, hands on your face as you tried to process what happened.
Only problem was, you couldn't even process what happened.
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"5 minutes till game! The Gryffindor folk are looking lovely today! Look at Alicia she looks so— ouch! Ugh, fine fine, sorry Professor McGonnagal!"
You walked up to the stands and found the Gryffindor people all in one spot. Hermoine spotted you and waved, Ron beside her nodded to you as you greeted them hello.
"What'd I miss?" you asked.
"Nothing much yet." Seamus said from beside Ron. "But Madam Hooch is already repeating the rules to the players *cough* Flint *cough*"
You laughed and turned your attention to the players who were now mounted on their brooms. The pitch was dead silent, then Madam Hooch blew her whistle.
Cheers and hollers erupted from the entire pitch as the players soared through the air.
Your breath caught in your throat as Gryffindor took possession of the Quaffle. Then, the real game began.
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"Keeper Wood blocks Chaser Flint's shot! Suck it Slytherin! I mean— Better luck next time!"
You bit your finger as the game went on. Gryffindor and Slytherin were tied, both having 70 points. There was still no sign of the Snitch, but Harry and Draco were already swooping around finding it while taunting each other.
The girls were holding the Quaffle, passing it to each other where the Slytherins couldn't reach. They weaved around, confusing the opposing team. You let out a sigh of relief. Your plan was working.
But your relief didn't last long.
Your attention turned to the twins, who were laughing like maniacs as they hit the Bludgers. George was getting ready to take aim for one headed his way, when suddenly the Bludger changed course and charged to the left. Your eyes widened as it weaved around the girls but not actually targeting them. You gripped Hermoine's arm as she gripped yours too. You both figured it'd go straight to Harry.
Fred thought the same too and immediately went to Harry's side, ready for the Bludger to hit... But when it came near Harry it just zipped past him and straight to...
"OLIVER!" you screamed, as the Bludger hit him in his stomach and he let out a loud guttural yell. He tipped off his broom, which was still suspended in the air. Before he could fall completely his hand caught the broom's shaft.
"Ouch! Gryffindor's Captain got hit in the gut! Those Bludgers aren't showing any mercy!" yelled Lee.
You saw Marcus and the other Slytherins laughing as Oliver dangled from his broom. Another Bludger flew towards him but this time he managed to get on his broom and dodged it. George zipped towards Oliver and stood guard infront of him as Oliver gripped his stomach in pain.
"That's cheating!" you heard Ron yell.
"Look! Harry's found the Snitch!" Neville shouted as he pointed to the two Seekers who were both diving for the glint of gold.
You held your breath as you saw the Snitch dive down. Both Seekers dove to it, but Harry was quicker. He reached his hand out to take it. And then...
"HARRY POTTER'S GOT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR'S WON!" Lee yelled as Harry raised his hand triumphantly, the Snitch in his grasp.
Cheers erupted from the pitch as the Gryffindors ran down the stands and towards their players, who all flew down to meet with their housemates.
Everyone congratulated the players. But you ran straight to Oliver before anyone else. He was clutching his stomach and limping as he walked.
He grinned at you as he tackled you into a hug.
"Your plan worked!" he laughed triumphantly.
You pulled away and looked him over. Your eyes drifted to his stomach, which he was clutching hard.
"Your stomach— The Bludger—" you stuttered.
"I'm fine."
"No you're not."
He just laughed which suddenly turned to a cough. He leaned on you for support and you wrapped your arm around his waist.
"Told you." you muttered
He shrugged "My bad..."
The Gryffindor team rushed to you as they whooped and hollered.
"Slytherin just got their arses whooped!" Fred hollered as he and George took you and hoisted you up on their shoulders.
"Take that Slytherin! You don't have a better strategist than we do!"
You laughed softly "Alright alright that's enough! Put me down!"
When your feet were once again on the ground you turned to Oliver who was beaming at you.
"What?" you laughed as you walked to his side and helped support him walk.
"Nothin'. You're just cute when you laugh like that."
Cheers and teases erupted from the team.
"Get a room you two!" Katie yelled.
You scoffed "Shut up, all of you." You looked at Oliver "Now, let's get you to the Hospital Wing."
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Madam Pomfrey wasn't surprised when she saw you and Oliver. She directed you both to the vacant bed and went straight to work on Oliver's stomach.
Once she was done she said he needed to stay in the Hospital wing for a week. The Bludger hit him harder than it had to, breaking a few ribs which needed bed rest for them to heal. Madam Pomfrey then went to go check on the other students and left you and Oliver alone.
"A week!" you exclaimed. "Oh I'll get those Slytherins! They tampered too much with the Bludger!"
Oliver shrugged as he put a hand on your arm "Hey. Calm down, the game is done. We've won and now we're on top for the House Cup." he smiled. "All thanks to you."
"Rubbish. Then it's all thanks to me that you're in for a week long bed rest?"
He shook his head "I don't blame you for that. It's not like you were the one who enchanted those Bludgers."
You didn't say anything after that, neither did Oliver.
Your skin tingled as his hand still rested on your arm. His thumb brushing your skin absentmindedly.
"What'd I do without you?" he suddenly spoke.
You looked up at him and he was looking at you with this soft expression on his face.
You felt your face heat up as you both stared into each other's eyes. His eyes flickered to your lips before looking back at your eyes. You moistened your lips without meaning to, then Oliver leaned closer.
Your eyes widened as he closed the gap between you, lips to lips.
He had kissed you.
You kissed back, melting into his touch. It felt surreal... It was everything you've ever wanted. You had been inlove with your best friend for years, and now.... Best friend?
Oliver jolted at the realization and pulled away.
You blinked at Oliver in confusion as he looked away from you.
"What's wrong?" you asked.
He gulped "You need to go."
You blinked at him in shock "What?"
"Go." Oliver urged, voice low. Accent thick as steel.
You stared at him dumbfounded. He was the one that kissed you and he was the one who wanted you to just leave?
"Oliver..." you started. But he wouldn't meet your eyes. You felt your heart swell with hurt as you abruptly stood up, chair scraping the floor.
"Fine." you spat as you turned and left him.
You bumped into Fred and George on your way out and they grinned at you.
"Hey Mum, how's Dad— Hey wait! Where're you going?" George yelled after you.
You didn't stop. You fast-walked towards Gryffindor tower and didn't stop when you finally reach the Fat Lady. You hurriedly yell the password and she opened the painting, stunned. Alicia and the girls were sitting on the couches.
"Hey! What happened? How's Oli—?" Katie yelled but you just went straight to your dorm.
You shut the door and collapsed. You felt tears prick the corner of your eyes.
You were so confused. Oliver has been acting strange lately. The weird flirting, the stares and now... he kissed you.
It wasn't a lie if you said that you've felt mixed signals from him from the start. Sometimes he's sweet and flirty with you, not the behavior a person would do to a best friend. But then sometimes he'd be all friendly and not romantic. Who wouldn't be torn?
You just yelled in confusion as you huffed. You were sick of this. You've always had the question in your head about you and Oliver, "What are we?" you'd ask yourself, not finding the answer everytime you tried.
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Oliver ignored you for a week.
Which was total bull. Because you were pretty sure you were the one who was supposed to be ignoring him. After all, he was the one who kissed you and he had the audacity to ignore you?
You tried to visit him the day after the incident, but Madam Pomfrey stopped you and sadly said that Oliver didn't want to see you at the moment.
You looked for the team but their attitude towards you changed. You asked them on how Oliver was and they just blankly told you he was fine. But there was tension, a sad tension between them.
You pulled the twins aside and interrogated them. They looked uncomfortable but caved in.
"Oliver told us what happened." George said.
"He said it was a mistake." Fred added.
You felt your mouth run dry.
"But we told him not to think that it was. Because it's obvious you return the same feelings for him. He's just having a hard time wrestling it in his mind." George explained.
"You might have noticed that he can be flirty sometimes, yeah? And sometimes he can be kind of a snob. It's kind of our fault for that... We told him to shoot his shot already because it's clear that you like him. But Oliver is thicker than a tree trunk. He says that you're the one giving out mixed signals. And now that he's kissed you he's fully convinced that he's ruined your friendship." Fred said.
You blinked at them "I'm the one giving out mixed signals?"
"We know. It's stupid really. But honestly, you're the only girl Oliver's ever had eyes on. He's so awkward, it's killing us." George groaned.
Your heart raced faster in your chest at George's words.
Fred slapped George on the back of his head and he yelped.
"What the hell, Fred!"
"You wanker." Fred hissed. "You weren't supposed to say that."
"Oh come on! It's so painfully obvious! I'm getting sick of this!" he turned to you. "The only reason he lets us call you Mum and Dad is because he likes it. Even if he won't admit it, we already know that you both are sickeningly in love with each other! We've been trying to get you both together for years!"
You couldn't believe the shit that was coming out of George's mouth.
"So what now? Is he gonna ignore me forever?" you said in a small tone.
The twins looked at each other and sighed.
"Honestly?" George said sadly "That's what we think."
Fred thought for a moment.
"Unless..." Fred said with a smirk.
You and George raised a brow at him.
"We corner him and get him to talk."
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Oliver had finally been released from the Hospital Wing.
You knew when you saw him enter the Great Hall for lunch. You locked eyes but he immediately looked away and went to sit with Percy Weasley.
"Get a load of this guy..." Fred mumbled as he stabbed his chicken tenders.
You just rolled your eyes and went back to eating your mushroom soup. But it was clear you were bothered, and George noticed.
"Hey, we'll help you talk to him. Don't worry." he said with a smile.
Fred laughed "Yeah, we really want our divorced parents back together." he batted his eyes lashes.
You laughed and slapped his arm softly, but you were still bothered "Thanks guys, I owe you."
Days passed by and Oliver still was on his snobbery plan.
He walked past you in corridors. Only greeted the twins and ignored you when you three were together. Everytime you both were in close proximity he'd bolt out of there right away.
You were getting restless... Fred and George had finally come up with a plan, but they said they needed more time for it to work. You on the other hand didn't have the patience anymore.
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You walked towards the Quidditch pitch. It was a Wednesday, and you knew that Oliver practices on Wednesday afternoons.
You saw him fly down as he wiped his head. He turned and saw you walking towards him. His eyes widened and he turned away, walking towards the changing rooms.
"Oliver!" you called out as you raced after him.
He kept walking.
"Oliver Wood!"
Still walking.
You ran to catch up to him "Oliver Duncan fucking Wood!" you yelled so loud he flinched and stopped in his tracks.
You slowed down and stopped beside him.
"What'dya want?" he mumbled, looking away from you.
This time you didn't answer and just dragged him into the changing room and cornered him there.
"What the fuck, Oliver?" you hissed in his face, he didn't answer.
"You ignored me, for weeks. With no reason or explanation at all!"
"You even kissed me for Godric's sake! And you straight up ignored me?" you yelled as you shoved at his chest. "Be a man, Oliver! Spit it out! Tell me the fucking reason why you kissed me all of a sudden and resort to ignoring me! Tell me!" you kept going as you felt tears prick your eyes. "What? You can babble on about Quidditch but when it comes to a fucking explanation you bitch out?" you shook your head.
Oliver just pressed his back against the wall, biting his tongue and not looking at you.
"What happened to that babbling mouth of yours huh? Not so tough now? God you're such a coward! Spit it out—!"
"I'M INLOVE WITH YOU!" he snapped as your eyes widened, noticing the tears on the corner of his eyes. "I'VE BEEN INLOVE WITH YOU FOR YEARS! YOU! MY BEST FRIEND!" he yelled in a strangled voice.
Your words died down in your throat as you watched Oliver as he went on a full blown rage confessing everything to you.
"For Merlin's sake! I've been inlove with you ever since bloody 3rd year! You have no idea how much my heart aches for you! What I feel for you! You're the only girl that has made me feel this way! You have no idea what you do to me!"
"I feel like falling off my broom whenever you watch us practice. I feel like it's just the two of us on the world when you laugh. When you smile it makes my heart beat faster than the Snitch has ever flown. The way you talk makes me feel calm and at peace and there has never been a day that was bad whenever I'm with you! And when the team teases us, calling us Mum and Dad? It drives me crazy! Godric, I probably sound stupid yammering on about this—" he continued talking as he paced around the changing room.
You were too stunned to speak as you just watched him pour all of his feelings out infront of you. You couldn't help but smile and feel tears of joy pricking through your eyes. You put a hand on your mouth, suppressing a laugh as you watched Oliver go on. It made your heart go haywire just listening to his voice.
"—And then just after the game I had the sudden urge to kiss you right there and then in the middle of the pitch! Even when we were alone in the tent strategizing, the plan wasn't even going inside my head because all I wanted to do was kiss you! You and those lips of yours! You drive me mad! And now I was so stupid for kissing you and making you leave because I was scared that I misread everything and I thought that you actually liked me but some part of me said that maybe you didn't. So being the coward I was I pulled away and fucking asked you to leave. Like who does that?"
You bit your lip. He's really cute when he's all riled up like this. You thought to yourself.
He ran a hand through his short brown hair and continued without pausing "And then I ignore you because I was too scared to face you because of my goddamn stupidity. I wanted to approach you, I really did. But fuck I'm not smooth with the girls like Fred and George! Even though they helped me multiple times I just couldn't do what they wanted me to do because just looking at you makes my brain go haywire. Not only that—"
Oliver stopped when he looked at you. He furrow his eyebrows as you tried to stifle your laughter.
"What's funny?" he demanded, turning to you. "I pour my heart out to you and you're laughing there?" he groaned as he covered his face. "I'm so stupid."
You let out your laugh, but you weren't making fun of him. You were just overwhelmed with happiness because The Oliver Wood just confessed he felt the same way to you. Fucking finally.
You stepped towards him as you removed his hands from his face. He looked at you and his eyes widened when he saw your cheeks streaked with tears, but your mouth with a soft smile.
"Why'd you stop?" you laughed "I liked it when you ran that mouth of yours."
He just blinked at you and gulped. He reached for your face and wiped your tears away from your cheeks.
He looked you in the eyes with this soft expression.
"I like you." he said finally. His hands cupping your cheeks. "Merlin, I don't like you. I love you. So so much."
He rested his forehead on yours as you placed a hand on his shoulder, the other cupping the hand that was cupping your cheek.
You looked at him and smiled. "I love you too, Oliver Wood."
He let out a sigh of relief as he laughed softly and hugged you, tight. He buried his face into the crook of your neck and you slung your arms over his shoulders. You both stayed like that for a while, and you felt Oliver shiver. You burrowed your eyebrows in confusion.
Was he... crying?
"Oliver, are you... Crying?"
He sniffled and hugged you tighter "...No?"
You laughed softly and pulled away, his hands still rested on your waist. He had tears on his face and he looked like a baby. He was adorable.
You laugh softly and wiped his face "Godric, look at you. You're adorable."
"I'm just happy that I didn't make a fool out of myself and you actually like me too." he chuckled as his thumb traced circles on your hips.
"Why wouldn't I?" you said as your hand played with his hair. "You're... different from any guy I've ever met. You're passionate, loyal, you never take shit from anybody. And you and your Quidditch obsession? It's adorable and admirable."
You felt him squeeze your hips a little tighter.
He looked at you, gazing into your eyes before flicking his gaze to your lips. You took a deep breath as he leaned closer, noses touching. He paused, waiting for your consent, when you closed the gap and kissed him.
He melted into the kiss. Squeezing you tighter and pulling you closer to him. Your fingers intertwined in his hair as leaned your head back for a more comfortable position.
You felt his tongue swipe on your lower lip for access, and you obliged, opening your mouth so that your tongues fought for dominance.
He backed you up against the wall and his hands trailed over your body. One hand snaked down to squeeze at your ass, while the other snaked upward to cup your jaw. He breaks the kiss on your lips and went on to plant sloppy kisses on your jaw, down to your neck, and then to your collarbone. Your hands lay on his shoulder as you whimper at the feeling.
You feel him smirk against your skin as his hand explored under your shirt, grazing his rough hands on your soft skin.
He stopped for a moment and looked up at you, already breathless. "Are you okay with this?"
You nod desperately, wanting more. Oliver smiled and went back to placing kisses on your neck, which was sure to leave a mark.
You throw your head back, and luckily Oliver's free hand was there to hold it to keep you from hitting the wall. The hand under your shirt went ahead to cup at your breasts. You let out a deep sigh as you bit your lip, preventing any lewd sound from coming out of your mouth.
"Wanna hear ya'." you heard Oliver mutter as he now tugged your sleeve down to pepper your shoulder with kisses.
"W-what if someone passes by and hears?" you whine.
"No one comes here at this time."
"Oliver..."
He was panting already "Need you" he said in between breaths "So bad."
You were already breathless, and Oliver showed no signs of stopping. You felt his hand snake down to your thighs and was about to hike up your skirt, when suddenly—
"Oi! Oliver! You in here, mate?" you heard a voice from outside the changing room.
You squeaked in surprise as you shoved Oliver away from your wet neck. He looked at the door, surprised.
"Oliver!" yelled Fred from outside the changing room.
Oliver cursed under his breath "Shit, I didn't lock the door!"
You scrambled away from him as you hid behind the nearest curtain.
Oliver hastily tried to fix himself just before George and Fred Weasley burst through the door.
"There you are, why weren't you answering?" George asked.
Fred looked him up and down "And what... what happened to you? You look all sweaty and wet and breathless."
Oliver gulped as he tried to stand up straight. "Push ups."
George raised a brow "Push ups?"
Oliver nodded frantically.
"You're acting strange, mate." Fred snickered
"Am not" Oliver hissed
"Are too"
"Holy Merlin— Did— Did you make out with someone?" George asked, shocked.
Fred looked at Oliver again and his jaw dropped "No way, mate. His lip's are all swollen! And he's all red!"
Oliver's heart thumped in his chest. "What are you talking about you dickheads? Go away! I'm busy."
George and Fred raised a brow "Busy with someone."
"I'm not!"
Then suddenly, the color drained from Fred and George's faces.
"Oh bloody hell... You don't like... her, anymore?" Fred asked.
Georges expression shifted to disappointment "After years of everything you make out with some rando?"
Oliver scoffed "It's none of your business!"
"Oh it's definitely our business! Do you have any idea how devastated she was?" Fred yelled.
Oliver rolled his eyes, You've got the wrong idea. he thought to himself.
But Fred and George weren't gonna take shit.
"We're gonna find that girl."
Oliver's face went pale "Wait, what?"
The twins walked around the changing room. "Yohoo! Mystery lady! We know you're in here. We just wanna talk!"
You pressed your hands on your mouth. You've just been inside that curtain, listening and suppressing any noise you could make. You got to hand it to the twins. They were the best.
Fred and George looked everywhere as Oliver palmed his face. "Could you two just go?"
"No." the twins said in unison.
Then, George spotted your feet under the curtain. He looked at Fred who nodded.
"Alright fine." Fred said.
Oliver looked at them, dumbfounded. "Really?"
"Yeahhhh." George said.
Oliver breathed a sigh of relief.
"After we check behind that curtain!" George shouted as you stifled a yelp.
Fred lunged to the curtain and yanked it open.
"WAIT—!" Oliver yelled.
"AHA! Found you—!" Fred's words died in his throat as his widened eyes saw yours.
George's jaw dropped as Oliver wanted to die right there and then.
"...Hi?" you smiled.
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Fred and George's brains weren't working when you and Oliver finally explained to them all that has happened.
They sat in silence for a while. Until Fred broke the silence and yelled: "THEY'RE BACK! MY PARENTS ARE BACK!"
He came up to you and Oliver, almost weeping, as he pulled you into a bone crushing hug.
You gasped for air as you frantically patted on Fred's back "Fred— Fred get off— Seriously, are you in 5th year or the 1st?"
Oliver tried to pry away "Weasley! You're re-breaking my ribs! Get— Off—!"
"Never." Fred smirked as he hugged tighter.
George laughed and joined the hug.
"Guys I swear to Merlin, get off!" Oliver grunted.
The twins pulled away.
"Wait till the others hear about this! They'll be thril—"
CRUNCH.
The four of you looked at the door and saw Harry and the girls peeking through. They hid again once you saw them.
"Harry why did you blow our cover?!" Katie hissed.
"Is it my fault that there's a twig there?!" Harry exclaimed.
Oliver groaned as you laughed.
"Get in here, all of you. No point in hiding." Oliver grumbled.
Soon the whole changing room was cramped with the Gryffindor Quidditch team, who were all cheering as if they'd won the lottery.
"So great to have you both back." Harry said as he hugged you both. "It was so nerve wracking watching you both for weeks!"
Angelina popped up beside Harry and nudged him "You owe me 10 Galleons."
Harry muttered angrily under his breath as he dug through his pocket, but he had this stupid smile plastered on his face.
"Alright alright!" Oliver shouted as he put a hand around your waist. "Get back to the Common Room. We'll meet you guys there. If Filch or McGonnagal finds us all here in the men's changing room we're toast." he grumbled in annoyance.
George nudged him "You're just mad we cock-blocked you."
Oliver turned a deep shade of red "I am not!"
"Your face says otherwise" Fred observed.
You stifled a laugh.
"Alright guys let's go back." Angelina said as she ushered the others out. "Let's give Mum and Dad some private time."
The others laughed and teased and made smooching sounds as they left the room. Leaving you and Oliver.
Once they were gone Oliver turned to you again and kissed you.
You giggled and placed your hands on his chest.
"We should get going." you chided.
"10 minutes." he said hungrily as he snaked his hand up your skirt again "I wanna finish off where we started."
He was leaning in when you both heard noise outside the door.
"Ew!" You heard Alicia exclaim.
"Shut up you dolt!" You heard Angelina hiss.
Harry groaned "You're so noisy! They'll kill us!"
Oliver groaned as he buried his head in your shoulder. You laughed.
"I swear to Merlin, I'll make you all work your arses off here on the pitch for a whole day!" Oliver yelled and you heard them scurry away.
"Are we ever gonna be uninterrupted?" he groaned.
You ran your finger through his hair "Maybe, but not now. We should go back too."
He looked at you and smirked before kissing you and peppering kisses across your face. He paused and looked at you.
