Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book. It is solely fluff- nothing sexual
Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.
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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉 steadily until September 1 came. I woke up extremely early, even earlier than Dad. Full moon had been two weeks prior so he was able to come to the station with me today. I bounced down the stairs to make myself tea, bacon, and eggs.
Dad came downstairs an hour later, going to the kitchen to reheat cold eggs and bacon. I had already dragged my heavy trunk down the stairs and set it up by the door. I hadn't put Sadie in her cage yet though. I wasn't going to put her back in until the last second. I didn't like the idea of animals being in cages (which was ironic because I loved the zoo. Of course, one could argue that those 'cages' were much bigger and would be more accurately classified as 'habitats'). She had just come in from a night of hunting and was sleeping in my room.
Dad smiled at me before rubbing his eyes and sitting down, putting his plate of reheated food in front of him. "So, today's the big day, huh?"
I nodded, to nervous to say much. I kept rushing up and down the stairs, making sure I hadn't forgotten something or adding something to the trunk.
At 10:00, we left the house. Dad had called a Wizarding taxi and so that's what we arrived at the station in. Dad and the taxi driver talked the entire time about wizarding politics while I stared out the windows, watching as we jumped lanes. We got to the station at 10: 30, leaving us with plenty of time before the train left.
Dad led me to where the border was for the Hogwarts express. I eyed the brick wall shrewdly. Then, looking around, I walked into it, closing my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a cleaner station- it looked almost brand new. There was a bright red train on the tracks, waiting for students to hop on before it took off.
There were some other early birds but I didn't feel like getting on the train quite yet. I let the conductors take my luggage and Sadie, and I stood by my dad while we waited for it to get near the time the train was supposed to leave.
I started getting even more nervous, looking around to see if I would recognize my own brother. Lupin seemed to sympathize with my anxiety. He turned me around so I couldn't see anyone and got on one knee to talk to me. He pulled me into a hug and I hugged him back fiercely.
"Don't worry about Harry, Elizabeth." He whispered in my ear, stilling hugging me. I rested my chin on his shoulder. "Even if you don't see him now or on the train, you'll see him at the sorting ceremony. You'll have plenty of time to get to know each other. You don't have to worry about anything."
"Except grades." I said matter of factly. "Oh and what house I'm going to be sorted into because I'm afraid I won't get into Gryffindor." It was a feeling and as I've said before- my feelings are pretty good.
"Elizabeth, just because you're not in Gryffindor won't mean that you're not my daughter, or that you're not James and Lily's daughter. You'd do wonderfully in Ravenclaw, you're so smart, or Hufflepuff because you're so kind. Heck, Lizzy, even Slytherin-"
"I won't be in Slytherin." I said fiercely. "I'll leave first."
Lupin smiled gently, pulling back, but keeping his hands on my shoulders. "I don't care what house you're in is all I'm saying, okay?"
I nodded, the apprehension and nerves still tingling in my stomach. "I love you dad."
"I love you too sweetheart. Now get on the train so it won't leave without you." Lupin squeezed me tightly again. "Oh, you're growing up so quickly." He almost seemed to fret with the last sentence.
I smiled and grabbed the train handle to climb onto the train. Then there was a flash through my mind, like I was seeing something that wasn't there. A flaming red stone on a stair made of stone. I let go of the handle and took a step back from the train, frowning and slightly apprehensive.
"Elizabeth?" I heard my dad's voice. He sounded a bit worried, "You okay?"
I turned to see him. "Um, yeah, everything's fine." I frowned and turned back to the train and grabbed the handle. Nothing happened. I climbed onto the train, turned and waved to dad, and then hurried through the train to find an empty compartment.
I found an empty one and I went inside and sat down, still frowning. What was that random red stone? It had been glistening like it was on fire.
I pushed it out of my mind fairly quickly however, and pulled out one of my Muggle books. It was a bunch of fairy tales written by the Brothers Grimm.
There was a knock on the compartment door some time later, and I looked up. There was a young girl standing outside it, probably my age. She had bushy brown hair and brown eyes. I eyed her warily.
"May I come in?" She asked in a very posh accent.
"Sure," I said, excited to make my very first friend. If, she was friendly, that is.
She sat down on the seat opposite me. She seemed very nervous as well. She was also already wearing her school robes. I wondered which Hogwarts house symbol would be sewed onto her robes tomorrow morning.
"I don't want to be rude," I asked hesitantly. "Are you a muggle?"
She nodded, "Yes. I was quite excited when I found out about Hogwarts. You must be a pure-blood then?"
"No, half-blood. My dad was a wizard and my mum was a muggle born witch." I said. "But I lived with my adopted dad because they both passed away. My dad's also a Wizard." I didn't mention that he was a werewolf. Werewolves had even more biased hate in the Muggle world.
"I'm Hermione Granger." She said, sticking out a hand.
"Elizabeth Kane," I said, smiling and shaking it. "Welcome to the Wizarding world."
She was the type of girl who, when nervous, started talking as fast as possible. But that was alright, I talked quite fast too- though not when I was nervous. Our conversations were about books, both magical and muggle. She too liked to read and had been top of her class at her Muggle school. We were a perfect match.
"Even if we're not in the same house, we can be study buddies." I said sometime throughout the conversation. Things were going perfectly, just the way that I'd wanted them to go. This was probably my very first friend! "What house do you hope to be in?"
"Either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw." Hermione said rather quickly. I soon realized that Hermione wasn't a girl who talked fast only when she was nervous. She just talked fast- period. She was probably the first person I knew to talk at such a speed. Trang talked much slower because Vietnamese was her first language. Dad didn't talk fast either, perhaps because he didn't feel the need to rush all of his words out. But Hermione and I got our ideas out faster because we talked faster. And the plus was that we completely understood what the other was talking about. "Gryffindor sounds to be the best and of course, Dumbledore himself was in Gryffindor. But Ravenclaw could be a better fit for me, I'm not sure."
I nodded. "Both my dad's and my mum were in Gryffindor, but that doesn't mean anything of course. A family friend of mine, his name was Sirius, he was in Gryffindor even though his entire family was in Slytherin. I could easily end up in another house."
We laughed and talked some more until the compartment door opened again. This time, there was a very large and rather round boy there. He looked rather down. Hermione and I looked up at him.
"Have either of you seen a toad?" He asked gloomily. "I've lost him. His name is Trevor."
"Er- no." I said, exchanging a quick look with Hermione.
"What's your name?" Hermione asked, sounding excited again. I wondered if she'd had many friends outside of Hogwarts. I hadn't. It had been Trang, Kat, and Charis and really, mostly Trang because Kat moved to Germany and Charis was younger than me by a few years.
"Neville. Neville Longbottom." He said. "Well, I guess I should go and look for him in another compartment."
Hermione jumped up. "I'll help you look, that way, we can cover more area together."
I hesitated, the trolley-witch was coming through. "I'll join you guys in a moment, alright? I'm going to buy some food for us first."
Hermione waved, rather excitedly for someone who was going out to find a toad, and followed Neville out.
I bought licorice wands, Sugar Quills, chocolate frogs, and two flasks of pumpkin juice. I left them under my robes and then headed out to go and see if there was a toad in any compartments. 'A toad. Who in their right mind brings a bloody toad to Hogwarts', I thought as I walked down the hallway.
The first compartment I came to had two red head boys in it and an African American boy. The red heads looked like they might be twins.
I knocked lightly on the door. The red headed boys looked up and I saw that they were twins. The African American boy slammed the lid down on his cardboard box. I opened the door a couple of inches.
"Umm, have you seen a toad? A boy name Neville's lost one." I said shyly, looking down at the ground. I had forgotten my glasses but could still make out the lettering on the boy's box. Some sort of Muggle shoe box.
"Nah." One of the twins said. "What's your name? You're one of the first years, right?"
"Yeah, I'm Elizabeth Kane." I said, barely able to meet their curious gaze. "And you?"
"This is George," the second twin said. "And I'm Fred Weasley. That there is our friend Lee Jordan."
"Nice to meet all of you. I suppose I should continue helping Neville look for his toad." I said, blushing as I looked at Fred's face. What a cute guy. I wondered how much older he was then me and then blushed even darker. I hurried away from the compartment and went back to my own. Hermione wasn't back yet.
I closed the shutters for a couple of seconds while I put on my robes and then opened the shutters again.
A couple minutes later, Hermione came back, breathless. "Guess what!" she gushed, as I handed her some pumpkin juice. My mouth was full of chocolate frog so I just shrugged, reaching for my own Pumpkin juice.
"I just met Harry Potter!" She exclaimed.
I choked on my frog. Gasping for breath, I chugged the pumpkin juice, and when my air way was empty I sputtered, "No way! Really?"
"Yes. He has the scar and all. He also had horrible glasses. They were all patched up with tape. I repaired them for him." She said, pleased. "I'm just glad the spell went well."
"You did a charm already?" I asked, surprised and momentarily distracted. I could do multiple charms already-I'd been practicing out of my Charm textbook- but dad had warned me not do any magic outside of Hogwarts. So I didn't do magic. Not when he was around anyways. My self control was very limited.
"Well it was relatively easy." She said, slightly bragging. "and I've been practicing some at home. Can you do magic yet?"
"Yes." I said immediately, not wanting to be shown up by anyone, not even someone that I could possibly consider a friend. I had a rather competitive gene whether in sports or learning and it was this gene that resulted in me having few friends. Apparently I was a know-it-all. Oh well, at least I was going to become something when I grew up. "But dad told me not to do magic outside of Hogwarts. There are wizarding laws and since I'm eleven, I have the trace."
"Oh." Hermione said in surprise. She talked a bit more about Harry while I chewed on a licorice wand. He sounded like a nice boy. He had green eyes she said. 'Green eyes like mum.' I thought. He had glasses. 'Like me' I thought. 'And Dad'. I also wondered if his were for reading only or if he needed them for sight. There was so much I wanted to know. I would be able to ask him soon, I supposed.
The train started to slow down and I got up and stretched. I only had one chocolate frog left and I gave it to Hermione so that she could start a collection. I had a huge collection, about 538 cards at home. That was excluding my duplicates which probably put my collection around 1,254.
"Come on!" Hermione squealed, running down the hallway to exit the train. She was really much more excited than I was. Ridiculous really, but perhaps I was more nervous rather than excited.
"Wait up!" I called out, but others were coming out of their compartments and I fell behind. I shuffled behind the others. Outside the train, I looked around for Hermione. I heard a loud voice saying "Firs' Years! Firs' years over here!"
I followed the voice to a very large looking man. He was much taller than most everyone here, and wider too. Perhaps he was part giant. But he looked kind. I could tell by the eyes. He said something to another student and led the way down to the shore where we were to get into boats. I still couldn't find Hermione so I got into a random boat with some other kids.
The boats started across the water. The two girls in the boat introduced themselves as Parvati and Padma Patil. The boy in the boat introduced himself as Ernie Macmillan.
Ernie leaned forward as we started to go under a rock bridge. "Did you guys know that there's a rumor saying that Harry Potter is on the train?"
Parvati and Padma launched into immediate conversation with Ernie, asking all sorts of questions. His account wasn't as accurate as Hermione's. I wondered, if people knew about me, would they be saying, "Did you hear that Harry and Elizabeth Potter are on the train?" Would they be treating me any differently? That was an uncomfortable question and I was suddenly glad that I was only Elizabeth Kane- at least at the moment. Perhaps I would feel differently later.
I was thinking about a lot of 'perhapses'.
Hogwarts came into view as we rounded the bend, but there were quick flashes in my mind so I didn't see the castle right away. I went ridged, trying to place the images.
There was a man in a purple turban. Then, there was a boy with black hair and a scar on his head diving on a broom. Then, a three-headed dog. There was a tall mirror, and then there was the red stone again, glistening and I saw that the stone wasn't on fire, but that it was reflecting the image of a fire burning from across the room.
The visions faded and I was seeing the Hogwarts castle. I looked around. No one seemed to be seeing any visions. I spotted Hermione in a boat with Neville and two boys. One of them was a boy with black hair who looked something like dad. Harry. I felt my stomach turn with excitement and nerves. He looked around, looked at me for a second, and then looked away. There was no recognition in his eyes. My stomach dropped and I felt like I was going to be sick. My own brother didn't know me.
I felt tears well up in my eyes and I looked away from everyone. What had I expected? I knew that he didn't know I existed. No one except my parents and Sirius and Lupin did. Harry maybe had known at one point, and that was taken away from me because of Voldemort.
I wiped the tears away. I was being ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. Harry would know me soon enough and after all, we had been rather young when we'd been separated. I couldn't say that I remembered him. It was only because I had a picture of my parents and him as a baby. Perhaps he didn't have pictures of us.
The boats pulled up to the shore and I climbed out after the others. I heard the gravel crunch under my feet. I'd always liked that sound. The large man that was leading us looked into all the boats and shouted, "Oy, you there! Is this your toad?"
"Trevor!" Neville cried aloud.
I bit my bottom lip, unable to take my eyes away from Harry. He was talking to a boy our age with red-orange hair. That boy looked something like the twins that I'd seen on the train.
Harry kept pushing his glasses up on his nose, a sign that they were too large for him. Suddenly, self-conscious, I took off my glasses and looked away from him.
There was another flash in my brain, this one was different. I saw the man in the purple turban again but this time, it was the back of him and I felt a searing pain go through on my chest, right where my silver locket hung underneath my clothes. I clapped my hand to my chest, but the pain was already gone and I quickly dropped my hand, hopping that no one had noticed the seemingly random movement.
We stopped walking up the flight of stone steps and we crowded around a huge, front door made of oak.
The large man turned, surveying everyone, "Everyone here? You, there still got yer toad?" And then he turned back around and knocked three times on the large castle doors.
Warnings: Language, love potion, small argument but honestly really fluffy
Summary: Y/N tries to get back at Fred for years of pranks, only to have her plan blow up in her face and she has to suffer the consequences for 48 hours.
Request: @darthwheezely i literally loved writing this so much and now magic’s gonna be stuck in my head for the next week so thanks for that
Word Count: 7.9k yeah I may have gotten a little carried away
Song: Magic by One Direction
A/N: For the sake of the story One Direction exists in the 90′s and Hogwarts has Muggle radios. Also I spent my Valentine’s Day writing this instead of actually doing something romantic because Fred owns my heart and real men don’t compare. That’s my excuse.
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“This is a really dumb idea.”
“I know, that’s what makes it so fun!”
Angelina Johnson was standing guard outside of a small broom closet while you were mixing together dozens of ingredients you had swiped from Snape’s storage room. He had been distracted punishing the troublemaking twins, giving you the perfect opportunity to grab everything you needed. Ironic how they were the ones who made it possible for you to enact your plan against them.
“I still can’t believe you roped me into this.” Angelina was one of your best friends since your first year at Hogwarts. The two of you had been inseparable for years, which meant she always had your back, even if that consisted of concocting a love potion for a certain redhead Gryffindor.
You added the last of your ingredients and continued to stir, being careful not to mess up the very specific directions for this spell. “C’mon Angie,” you said, “you know you want to get him back as much as I do.”
Angelina sighed heavily but didn’t argue. The two of you were usually on the receiving end of pranks from Fred and George and anything you ever planned to do to get them back failed miserably. But the second you overheard them talking about making love potions to sell an idea formed in your mind.
“It’s finished.” You poured the cauldron’s contents into a small vial before cleaning up any traces of your unlicensed actions. This small potion was about to make your life a lot more interesting. “You can get us into the kitchens, right Angie?”
The girl nodded and led you out of the closet and down abandoned corridors. Angelina’s prefect status had been extremely helpful in many cases, as no one would question why the two of you were out late. You could barely contain yourself as you thought about the chaos that would be happening in less than 24 hours. And by God did Fred Weasley deserve all that was coming to him.
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You had everything planned out. Angelina and you spent the night baking the potion into some brownies with the help of the house elves, a treat you knew Fred wouldn’t be able to resist. The plan was simple.
Angelina had asked George the other night if he would want to go on an early morning walk and get in some extra Quidditch practice, so it would only be Fred and Lee in their dorm room when they woke up. The way the potion worked was that, once consumed, the first person the victim makes eye contact with is the person they fall madly in love with for 48 hours. And you and Angelina had decided on the perfect person to be on the receiving end of Fred’s love. Lee Jordan.
While both Fred and George were responsible for the annoying pranks, Fred was always the instigator, which meant it was he who deserved revenge. Angelina had a soft spot for George and didn’t want to involve him in this prank. However, she had no reservations about seeing Lee, the boy who constantly flirted with her during Quidditch games, suffer from Fred’s pining for a few days.
You made your way to the boys dormitory, bouncing with excitement of the prospect of messing with the boy who would tease you to no end. You knocked loudly on the door, which you knew would only put Fred in a bad mood. But you didn’t care. He’d be feeling nothing but love and bliss shortly.
The door was jerked open and a tall mess of ginger hair was standing in front of you, clothed in only a pair of boxers that had cute little Gryffindor lions on them. You had to stifle a laugh and remind yourself that it’s probably not polite to knock on someone’s door early in the morning and proceed to stare at their crotch.
“What the bloody hell do you want?” he groaned, eyes still half closed.
“That’s not a nice way to greet someone who just brought you food, now is it Freddie?” His face changed as he registered your voice and finally opened his eyes wide enough to see you. A slight blush formed on his face as he realized the little clothing he was wearing, but it was quickly replaced by his signature cocky smile.
“And what can I do for you this morning, love?”
You rolled your eyes and pulled the brownies from behind you, one of them normal and the other containing the love potion. “Angelina and I snuck out to the kitchens last night and snagged a bunch of brownies. I’ll give you one if you promise to leave me out of your pranks, at least for a little bit. I’m tired of waking up to centipedes in my bed and green dye dripping from my hair.”
Fred laughed and snatched the brownie you handed to him. “I appreciate the negotiation, darling, but it’s gonna take a lot more than some baked goods to get me out of your hair. Just ask my mum.”
He was about to take a bite from the brownie, you knew this was it. “You’re insufferable Weasley, I’ll see you in class.” You turned and walked away, counting the minutes until the fun would begin. A door slammed behind you and you assumed Fred had gone back to his bed. With a skip in your step you made your way back to your dorm.
You were about to open the door when you felt a rough hand on your shoulder. You gasped and spun around to see Fred towering over you.
“Sorry to scare you love, but I needed to ask you something.” Before you could stop yourself you looked up at him. In his right hand was the half eaten brownie. His eyes caught yours and you watched, horrified, as they glazed over. The spell had worked. But now you were the target of Fred’s love.
“Oh Godric, oh no.”
Fred’s expressions suddenly changed. His previous cheeky and somewhat nervous grin was gone, replaced with a lovesick smile. “Have you always looked this beautiful?”
You screamed and pushed him into your dorm room, casting a locking charm from the outside. You hoped Fred didn’t have his wand and that would buy you some time.
Sprinting back to Fred and Lee’s dorm you threw open the door and practically jumped on the dark haired boy sleeping tangled in his sheets.
“Lee, wake up wake up!”
He groaned and slapped your arm away but you wouldn't give up. It took all of your might but you rolled him off of his bed, and he gasped loudly as his limp body hit the floor.
“You’re an arse, you know that right?”
Lee finally sat up after he realized that pretending to be asleep would not stop you from frantically shaking him. As he rubbed his eyes and moved to get off the floor he saw the scared look that adorned your face.
“Lee…” you said in a panic, “I messed up.”
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George, true to his nature, was absolutely no help. Angelina had brought them back up early so she could check up on the plan, only to walk in on you groaning into Fred’s bed and Lee yelling about how you deserved it for trying to prank him. It only took a few minutes to fill George in, and he and Lee were both beside themselves imagining the possibilities of this turn of events.
“Guys shut up,” you said, slamming your head into one of Fred’s pillows. “This is serious. How am I supposed to deal with Fred being in love with me for two days?”
“I don’t know Y/N,” Lee began mockingly, “it must be really difficult. Not something you would want anyone to have to experience, huh?”
You threw the pillow at his face. “You deserved it Jordan, Angelina agrees.”
The other girl nodded hesitantly. “I did think it would be great to see Fred madly in love with Lee, but now that this has happened…” her face shone with a sly grin that was so rare to find on the prefect, “I think I want to see it play out.”
“You are all horrible people.”
George moved to sit next to you and rub your back. “Hey, don’t worry, love. Maybe the potion isn’t as bad as you thought? Maybe Fred’s not going as crazy as you expected.”
He was.
As you opened the door to your dorm you were engulfed in a bone crushing hug, one very similar to Molly Weasley’s embraces. “I missed you so much, don’t ever leave me for that long again!”
George and Lee had to walk away because they were laughing so much, leaving Angelina to stare at the scene in front of her.
“Umm, Fred,” she asked, peering into the bedroom, “what the hell did you do in here?”
Fred released you from his hold and you could finally see the mess that he created. Everything you owned was pulled from your trunks and scattered across the floor. Your uniform, your books, even your underwear was haphazardly thrown onto your sheets.
You and your roommate were glaring daggers at the boy in front of you, but if he noticed he didn’t care.
“You like it?” he asked. “I wanted to be as close to Y/N as I could while she was gone, so I spread all of her belongings out to make it feel like she was right next to me.” He said the last few words with a dramatic sigh and you smacked your head, hoping it would knock you out of whatever nightmare you were in.
You grabbed his hands in yours and led him back to his room, hoping too many people wouldn’t see him clad in only his underwear. “C’mon Freddie, let's get you dressed. We have a long two days ahead of us.
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You didn’t know if having most of your classes with Fred was a blessing or a curse. On one hand, at least he wasn’t skipping class to be with you all day and you could keep a close eye on him. On the other hand, you already had lost 50 house points and it wasn’t even lunch yet.
“You look stunning with your hair pulled back like that.” Instead of doing his potions assignment, Fred was bent over resting his head on his hand and staring at you mixing together your ingredients.
“And you look like an idiot standing like that, get back to work before we get in trouble again.” You thought that if you were rude to Fred then maybe he would get the hint and back off. But your potion turned out to be stronger than expected, and nothing you did could get him away from you.
He pushed a strand of hair that had fallen out of your ponytail behind your ear, letting his fingers linger for a few seconds. It made you blush furiously but you didn’t want to give the boy any satisfaction. “Back to work Fred, now.”
The ginger sighed and grabbed a few ingredients, not checking to see what they were. He hummed and danced around the table, throwing them in while he quietly sang a familiar tune.
You rolled your eyes and looked down at your own cauldron, before his hands were on your chin and your faces were inches away from each other. “Everything you do is magic, love. I could watch you all day.”
“I’m a witch, dummy. Of course everything I do is magic.”
“That’s not what I meant.” He went back to throwing random ingredients into his pot and you couldn’t help but laugh at the lovesick mess standing in front of you. That is, until the cauldron exploded.
“Mr. Weasley, Miss Y/L/N, you insufferable idiots.” Of course Snape would blame you too. “Detention tonight.”
You groaned and slammed your head onto the table, but Fred just wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Isn’t that great? Now we can spend even more time together.”
“Don’t remind me Weasley.”
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The rest of the day had gone by surprisingly smoothly. George and Lee tried to distract Fred for a few hours to give you a little peace and quiet, but he always found his way back to your side. You started to attract odd glances as you moved through the castle with Fred’s hands intertwined with yours and his constant complimenting that made you turn even deeper shades of red.
You tried to avoid public spaces as much as possible. If people saw the way Fred was acting around you it wouldn’t take long for them to piece everything together and recognize the effects of a semi-illegal love potion. And you really didn’t want to be known as the girl who forced someone to fall in love with you, even if it was a complete accident.
However, dinner was difficult. Fred walked into the Great Hall with his arm draped over your shoulder, booping your nose and handing you a flower he had picked from the courtyard. You blushed and quickly put it in the pocket of your robe, hoping no one would notice. But they did.
“Finally!” someone shouted, and you turned to the Hufflepuff table to see Cedric Diggory yelling. “MacMillan, you owe me 5 galleons!”
You furrowed your brow in confusion and turned to look at Angelina and George, who avoided eye contact with you. “Guys, what is he talking about?”
The four of you sat down, followed by Lee. Fred’s arm stayed stuck to you, even when you tried to shove him off. Angelina looked a little sheepish as she took a seat in front of you.
“Well, we tried to keep it from you and Fred because we didn’t want it to get awkward, but…”
“Everyone has bets on when they thought you two were gonna shag, or at least snog or get together or something,” Lee piped up.
You looked between the faces of your friends, searching for a joke. “You’re kidding. I know you’re kidding.”
George just shook his head and gave a small laugh. “Nope. Everyone’s in on it too. Even heard McGonagall and Dumbledore discussing their bets.”
Your jaw dropped and you looked up at Fred. “Did you know about this?”
“The only thing I know, bunny, is how incredibly adorable you are.” He leaned his head on your shoulder and nuzzled himself into you, breathing in your scent.
Your mind started to race with what this meant. “Oh no, now everyone’s going to be paying attention to us! How am I supposed to explain it in two days when suddenly we’re back to normal and everyone’s asking what happened? I’m gonna be in so much trouble…”
“Better you than me,” said Lee, who was growing increasingly more glad that your plan backfired and he wasn’t the one having to deal with Fred.
“I hate this so much.” You tried your best to eat your dinner in peace, but with people congratulating you and passing around money the entire meal you started to lose your appetite. You completely lost it when you saw George grab a few sickles from a Ravenclaw student.
“You bet on this too?” He shrugged sheepishly and looked down to count the coins in his hands. “I told you, everyone knew you were gonna get together, might as well place my own bets on it.”
“Are you forgetting Georgie,” you said, starting to get angry with him, “that we’re not together?”
A few confused heads turned your way and you immediately quieted down. If you had to play along, then that was what you would do.
You stood up and grabbed Fred’s hand in yours. “C’mon, Fred, it’s time for detention. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” They said their goodbyes as you rushed out of the Great Hall, ignoring the comments thrown in your direction.
The two of you arrived in Snape’s classroom and you practically broke down the door, just ready to get all of this over with.
“Miss Y/L/N, please refrain from damaging my classroom any more than you and your idiot boyfriend already have.” The greasy professor stood in the corner, flipping through the pages of one of his potions books.
“He’s not an idiot, professor. And he’s not my--” you stopped yourself from correcting your teacher and instead opted for quietly dragging your ‘boyfriend’ over to where your detention assignment was.
“I want this room spotless, do you understand me? Not a speck of dust. And if I find out that you two have gotten up to anything...funny--”
“Trust me professor, you don’t have to worry about that.” You looked at Fred whose eyes were glassy and looking at you. You had to admit, the thought of something happening with Fred had crossed your mind in the past, but you knew it was only a fleeting thought. Besides, you would never take advantage of your best friend or anyone for that matter, especially when he was literally under a spell that made him fall in love with you. You’d have to be really careful with anything Fred did while the two of you were alone.
Snape set out a checklist for your tasks for the night before sweeping his cape dramatically and gliding out of his classroom.
“So,” Fred began with a sly grin, “now that we’re alone…”
“Not a chance Weasley. You’re under a love potion and I want to get this done quick so I can head to bed and pretend this day never happened. So let’s get to work.”
He pouted and tried to put his arm around your waist but you slapped it away. “I’m serious Fred. If you love me then you’ll help, ok?”
Fred’s expression changed quickly and he nodded with enthusiasm, grabbing all the supplies needed to begin cleaning. You couldn’t help but stare at your best friend gleefully prance around the room, sweeping all of the dust while humming that familiar tune under his breath.
Your mind went back to what your friends were saying earlier at dinner. Did everyone really think that you two would get together? I mean, you did always flirt with each other, but that was just how you were. Your personalities bounced off of each other so well, which led to you being practically inseparable for the past few years. Even after his pranks and jokes you could never be mad at him for more than a day, and you always found your way back to his side.
You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t notice that the boy was suddenly right behind you. “Dance with me, my love?”
As you turned you saw him bowing with an arm extended to you, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him as his long red hair covered his face. “Fred, I told you, nothing’s gonna happen tonight.”
But he grabbed your hand anyways and pulled you tighter to him. “Who says anything has to happen? This is just a friendly dance with the love of my life.”
“There’s not even any music, how are we supposed to dance?” He dipped you down and pulled you back up to his chest. You hated to admit it, but his lovesick state was growing on you.
“We can dance to the beats of our hearts, my dear.” And the feelings were gone. You rolled your eyes at his tacky remark and had to remind yourself that this was just a fabrication of love and obsession that was created in a cauldron and consumed by your friend against his will. But some innocent dancing wouldn’t hurt.
“Fine,” you said, “we can dance for a little bit, but then we work, got it?”
He cupped your face and his thumb rested on your slightly parted lips. “Anything for you, my love.”
While you hated the cheesiness of Fred’s words, you had to admit that dancing haphazardly around the potions room, knocking over empty cauldrons and vials, was pretty fun. Fred hummed the song he had been humming nonstop for the past few days as he spun you around and pulled you back close.
There were many instances where he tried to press his lips to yours, but every time you would spin away and distract him with some more dancing. His smile grew wider and wider after every second, and you thought it was a sight you could get used to. You probably would have continued to dance all night, except for the fact that you tripped over the broom Fred used earlier and it reminded you that you had a punishment to fulfill.
But while you cleaned up the mess you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at the ginger boy across the room, and wondering what it would be like to dance with the real him some day.
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You awoke with an awful crick in your neck and aches all over your body. As your eyes adjusted to the dim light you realized that you weren’t in your dorm room lying on your comfy four poster bed. No, you had fallen asleep sitting against a wall of the potions room floor, with Fred laying his head on your lap, still fast asleep.
You blushed at the position, but selfishly stayed still for a few minutes, staring at the slow rising and falling of Fred’s chest. He’d always been the cuter twin in your opinion. Slightly shorter, but with a rounder face and less bumped nose than his brother. His soft features were a huge contrast to his sharp and blunt personality, and they balanced each other so perfectly.
He slowly shifted so his head was facing you, still laying on your lap. He looked up through his lashes, smiling softly.
“Hey beautiful, hope you slept well.” Your heart melted at his words, along with his deep morning voice. But you had to remind yourself that this wasn’t real. It would never be real.
“I reckon you slept fine, you had me as a pillow.” You lifted his head and shoved him off of you, standing up to brush yourself off. “I was stuck leaning against these cold walls with a 6’ 3” ginger laying on top of me. Best sleep of my life.”
That was when the reality of what happened actually kicked in. It was the next morning, and the two of you were still in your clothes from yesterday and still in Snape’s classroom, who was bound to return any minute.
“Shit.” You grabbed your friends hands and dragged him to the door. “C’mon Freddie, we have to get back to the Common Room before Snape sees us. Or someone else.”
“Who cares who sees love?” He stopped in his tracks which made you fly back into him. “I want the whole world to know how much I love my little angel.”
“I care who sees. And you don’t love me Fred, it’s the spell. C’mon let’s hurry up, please.” No matter how many times you tried to explain the love potion Fred just wouldn’t listen. But he finally decided to follow you through the labyrinth of the dungeon and back to Gryffindor tower.
You thought you were home free before you heard a voice from behind you. “Looks like someone had a fun night, didn’t she?”
You increased your pace and shouted back at the laughing figure, clad in green and silver. “Sod off Malfoy, it’s none of your business or anyone else’s for that matter.”
But he just continued to laugh and ran away, probably to tell his goons all about what he saw protruding from Snape’s classroom early in the morning.
“He’s a real arse, isn’t he, doll?” Fred’s words made a small smile spread on your face, glad that the potion didn’t take all of his personality away.
“Yeah he is, Freddie. Now let’s get you dressed and ready for class, ok?”
Fred grinned as you spoke the Gryffindor password to the fat lady. “Only if you promise to meet me in the courtyard for lunch. I have a surprise for you bunny.”
You pushed him through the door and back to his room. “Fine, but don’t call me bunny, ok?” He nodded reluctantly. “Oh and Fred?”
The boy turned around and stared at you dopily, hanging on to every word you said.
“Please give me my tie back. I see it in your pocket.”
Fred sighed and gave you his best puppy dog eyes, which almost worked. But he eventually grabbed the tie and handed it to you. “Just wanted something to remember you by, that’s all rabbit.”
“I think that’s worse than bunny. Now get dressed and meet me back here for class. And if anyone asks you where we were last night, you lie, ok? We were in our dorms.”
He nodded so hard you thought his head would fall off. “Yes ma’am! How about a goodbye kiss?”
You sighed and kissed him on the cheek. “That’s all you get. Now off you go Weasley.”
Fred skipped back into his dorm room and started singing some song, which quickly turned into a scream, making you assume that one of his roommates had attacked him for waking them up so early. One day down, one to go. Easy, right? But what scared you was you didn’t know if you wanted this to end or if you wanted it to continue forever.
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“He’s insufferable, Angie. How am I supposed to deal with this again? Especially alone.” It was only minutes away from when Fred was supposed to take you out to lunch, and you really didn’t want to see him, especially since you had no idea how to feel about him now.
Angelina smiled at you and sat down in the courtyard. “He can’t be that bad. It’s Fred!”
You gave her an ‘are you serious’ look. She nodded in understanding. “Yeah, ok it’s probably bad.”
“I just want things to go back to normal,” you groaned. “But that won’t even happen, because everyone thinks we’re dating now! Oh he’s gonna hate me when the potion wears off.”
“As if Fred could ever hate you, Y/N. You’re his favorite person, he’s said so himself.” Her words were not helping the internal crisis you were having.
“But what is everyone going to think? There’s no way they’ll believe we broke up after two days, and it’s not like Fred would play along and fake date me. I’m doomed.”
“You’re overdramatic, that’s what you are. We’ll figure it out, ok? And Fred will help once he’s back to normal. He could never get mad at you.”
“I hope you’re right. I just wish that he’d keep everything quiet and not make any big scenes.” The second you said that you saw Fred approaching you, but not from the ground. No, the drama queen decided to fly down on a broom, attracting everyone’s attention. “Oh great.”
“Have fun on your date you lovebirds!” Angelina called after you. You flipped her off as you walked to where Fred had landed.
“Hello lovely, care for a ride?” Everyone was staring at you and you wanted nothing more than to get out of there. A display like this probably wouldn’t have bothered you if it was with someone you were actually dating, but the more people saw you and Fred together the more complicated an explanation would be.
So you hopped on the back of his broom and whispered for him to fly away, fast. You zoomed through the air, away from the castle and down toward the Black Lake.
The strong lake air filled your nose as your hair whipped around your face at top speed. You wrapped your arms around Fred tighter as he made twists and turns in every direction, causing you to scream and laugh at his antics.
The afternoon sky was beautiful, and you took a mental note to do this again sometime, preferably with the man sitting in front of you.
Fred finally landed the broom on an open piece of land, wildflowers blooming all around and the wind whistling in your ears.
He grabbed your hand as you stepped off the broom and led you to a spot set up with a blanket and a basket of food.
“Freddie…” It was too much for you to take in. This love potion must have been powerful stuff to make him go out of his way to do this for you.
“Come here, dove, let’s eat.”
You were speechless as you sat down on the blanket and were handed an assortment of foods, from mini sandwiches to grapes and strawberries to cupcakes for dessert. Fred grinned at the shocked expression on your face.
“Fred, I...I don’t know what to say.”
“Then don’t say anything, love.” He leaned in toward you, eyes flicking down to your lips. His beautiful, soft lips. At the last second before your lips met you grabbed a grape and plopped it into his mouth. Fred looked surprised at first, but he quickly recovered and did the same thing to you, feeding you a grape that he grabbed from the basket. This quickly turned into a food fight, with the two of you grabbing handfuls of fruit and chucking them at each other, diving out of the way and making barricades to protect yourselves.
You were laughing harder than you ever had before, so much so that the two of you lost track of time.
“Oh, shoot, Fred. It’s probably time for our next class.” You tried to grab all of the supplies and pull him over to his broom, but his big hands wrapped around you from behind and held you in place.
“Don’t leave, darling. I want to spend every minute of every day with you.” He rocked you from side to side, his words sending shivers down your back. You knew his words weren’t his. Deep down, you knew that this wasn’t the real Fred Weasley talking. But that didn’t stop you for pretending that it was real, at least for a few seconds.
“Don’t say things like that, Freddie,” you said, unwrapping yourself from his hold. “You’re only making this harder than it already is.”
He followed you to the broom, you carrying the basket and blanket while tangling your arms around him again. You took off into the sky and you closed your eyes, soaking up every ounce of this fleeting beautiful moment.
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“So how are things with my brother going? Do I hear wedding bells in the future?”
You slapped George upside the head and huffed as you sat down for dinner, ignoring the laughs from your friends.
“Shut up, George, I’m just glad this day is almost over. All I have to do is make it through dinner and then we can go back to our dorms and go to bed.”
Lee gave you a suggestive smile. “Yeah, our dorms. Just like what you two did last night.”
George started cackling like a hyena and you smashed your hand over Lee’s mouth. “Don’t say one word about that,” you hissed. “Malfoy’s already talking to enough people, I don’t want Fred thinking I took advantage of him and slept with him while he was practically drugged!”
This seemed to get through to the boys and they quieted down.
“Nothing did happen though, right?” George was starting to get nervous, finally realizing what could’ve happened to his brother in this state.
You shook your head. “Of course not. Only some dancing and falling asleep in awkward positions.”
“I am so glad that wasn’t me then,” Lee joked, trying to lighten the mood. You smiled slightly and turned to look for the man of the hour.
“Hey, where is Fred anyways? We haven’t been apart for this long since he ate the brownie.”
As soon as you spoke your words, Angelina sprinted into the room and sat next to you. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I tried to stop him but he wouldn’t listen.”
Your eyes went wide at Angelina’s words. “Angie, what are you talking about?”
Suddenly the doors to the Great Hall were flung open, and in rode Fred on his broom, throwing rose petals from a basket he was carrying.
“Oh no,” you muttered.
“Oh yes,” said George, who tapped Colin Creevey and asked him to get as many pictures of this as possible.
Fred made a couple of laps around the hall and landed right in front of you. “Hello, lovely, are you ready for the show?”
You wanted nothing more than to crawl under the table and hide for the rest of eternity, but Lee was holding you in place and you were forced to witness the monstrosity of what was about to happen.
Fred waved his wand at a nearby Muggle radio that he had planted, and the song he had been humming for the past few days came on, blaring louder than a normal radio should be able to. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, Fred began to sing.
“Baby c’mon over I don’t care if people find out!”
George whistled at the scene and Creevey snapped a photo, the first of many to come.
“They say that we’re no good together and it’s never gonna work out.”
You scanned the room frantically, looking for someone to help you out of this situation. But even Dumbledore looked intrigued as he sat back in his seat.
“But, baby, you got me moving too fast,”
He kicked some food off of the table and it landed next to Malfoy, splattering his face with warm mashed potatoes.
“Cause I know you wanna be bad,”
Fred started to do a very provocative dance move involving his broom and you could hear dozens of girls cheering for him.
“And girl, when you’re looking like that, I can’t hold back!”
He held your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead before jumping on his broom and flying around the room, singing the chorus of the song at the top of his lungs.
“Cause you, you’ve got this spell on me!”
Oh if only he knew.
“I don’t know what to believe”
He did a loop on his broom and winked at you, making you smile against your will. No matter how annoying Fred was, especially under a love spell, he was still cute.
“Kiss you once, now I can’t leave! Cause everything you do is magic, but everything you do is magic.”
He continued the song getting louder with each verse and making occasional stops to give you a small peck on the cheeks or forehead.
After what felt like an eternity, the song died down and cheers from every table grew, even the Slytherins getting excited about the display.
Fred landed next to you and sat down, hugging you tightly into his chest. “I love you, Y/N, with all of my heart.”
You felt yourself give in to your desires and you hugged him back tightly. “I love you too Weasley. More than you’ll ever know.”
He finally released you and you went back to your meals, your red blush not once leaving your face throughout dinner. After you and your friends finished you made your way back to your rooms.
“I think I’m gonna turn in early Freddie, ok?” You didn’t really give him a chance to respond before you stepped into your room and started getting ready for bed. As you brushed your teeth and put on your pjs, the events from the past few days raced through your head. You pushed the thoughts out of your mind. After tomorrow morning, they wouldn’t matter. You and Fred would be back to your normal friendly selves and you would be struggling to come up with a way to justify the scene he had made in front of the entire school.
As you pulled the covers up over your body you heard a shy knock on the door. Assuming it was Angelina you yelled for her to come in, only to see Fred standing in the doorway looking at you.
You sat up slowly and gazed at the tall man, the one you felt yourself falling for even more in the past two days. “What’s up Freddie, are you alright?”
He nodded and made his way to sit on your bed. “I can’t sleep. Wanna sleep here with you. Can I sleep with you my love?”
You blushed at his words but nodded, scooting over to let him crawl into bed with you. You made sure to stay as far away from Fred as possible, but it didn’t help that he was constantly trying to pull you closer.
“Fred,” you said, shifting out of his hold once again. “We shouldn’t be doing this. You’re not in your right mind and I don’t want normal Fred to wake up and wonder why we’re laying together.”
“But I wanna be here with you, pumpkin.”
You sat up again and adjusted the pillows underneath him so he would be comfortable. “How about you sleep here and I can lay on the floor, ok? That way I’m still close to you.”
Fred whimpered at the lack of heat from your body, but he nodded as you made a makeshift bed on the ground. Two days in a row sleeping on the floor. You guessed this was payback for ever thinking you could get back at Fred Weasley.
You slowly fell asleep on the ground, listening to Fred’s soft breathing and your own pounding heart. Everything would be different in the morning. Everything would be normal again.
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You woke up early again, more aches and pains haunting your body. Groaning, you sat up to look for Fred, but he had disappeared. Had the potion worn off and he decided to head to his own bed? No, it wasn’t a full 48 hours yet, there was still a little time left.
Your bathroom door shot open and out bounced Fred, looking more energetic than you had ever seen him this early in the morning.
“Glad you’re up, love. I’ve got something to show you.”
Before you could protest, Fred was dragging you out of the Gryffindor tower and straight to the Astronomy Tower, which was usually empty this time of day. You were still clad in your pajamas but you figured no one would see you this early.
You made your way to the top and saw what Fred had meant. There was another blanket set up, but with a radio sitting on it instead of a basket of food.
“I figured we could watch the sunrise together, sunshine,” he whispered into your ear, before pulling you onto the blanket with him.
Fred turned on the radio and some soft music began to play. He threw his arm around your shoulders but you shrugged it off, knowing that the potion was going to wear off any minute now.
“Y/N?” Fred asked.
You looked at him tilted your head, gesturing for him to continue.
“You know I love you, right?”
The look in his eyes made you want to break down. He was so beautiful, sitting in the glow of the sunrise. His eyes gleamed brown and gold, and you wanted nothing more than to get lost in them.
“Yeah, Freddie. I know. Right now you do.”
Fred looked like he was about to say something else, when he started to get dizzy and he had to steady himself by holding onto your shoulders.
“Fred, are you alright?”
He didn’t answer, but instead took a deep breath and looked up at you.
Fred shot away faster than a snitch at a Quidditch game, and you knew this was it. Your prank was over.
“Y/N? What, how…? What’s going on? Did I just say I loved you? Bloody hell…” Fred’s head was spinning and you tried to calm him down.
“Hey, it’s alright, don’t worry Fred.” You took his hand in yours and pulled him closer to you. “What do you remember?”
You didn’t know how this specific love potion worked in regards to memories. Whether Fred would completely forget the last two days or if he would remember them completely, you had no idea. Either way you planned on filling him in on everything. He deserved to know.
“I, umm, I remember eating a brownie, and, and I needed to tell you something, but you looked too beautiful and I couldn’t. And all I wanted to do was tell you how amazing and incredible you are...and there was detention, and a picnic, and--did I really sing that song to you in front of everyone?”
You laughed at the boy who finally felt the embarrassment of his actions. “Yes you did Freddie, but it’s not your fault.”
He furrowed his brow at you. “What do you mean?”
“Well,” you began, “you know how you’re an insufferable twat who likes to prank me all the time?”
Fred smiled and gently nudged your shoulder. “That I do know, continue.”
“So, Angelina and I decided to get back at you, using my expertise in potions.”
His face dropped. “Potions? What potions? Did you use a potion on me?”
You felt horrible having to explain this to your friend. While nothing bad happened during the last two days, you couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for Fred. “You see, we sort of concocted a love potion to give you, as a joke--”
“What?” he screamed incredulously.
You jumped as he spoke and he pulled his hands back from you.
“A love potion? Are you serious?”
“I-I’m sorry Freddie, we didn’t think you’d get this upset, it was honestly--”
“So this… all of this?” Fred looked as if he was going to explode. He was tugging at his hair so hard you expected him to pull it out. “You toyed with me? You played with my feelings? So everything I’ve felt for you the last year has been nothing more than a stupid love potion?”
You were taken aback by his harsh words, dumbstruck by the side of Fred you’d never seen before. He was furious, and not at Snape or Malfoy like usual. He was furious with you.
“Fred, what--”
“I can’t believe you, Y/N. I’ve been in love with you since the summer and now I find out that my feelings aren’t even real, just one big joke. Is that all I am? Just a joke to you?”
What was he talking about? The potion didn’t make up false memories of love. He shouldn’t have been in love with you for longer than the 48 hours. You reached forward to put your hand on his shoulder but he shrugged it off.
“Freddie,” you began, “we gave you the potion two days ago. Everything else was...not our doing. I promise you that. We just thought it would be a fun joke and we knew it would rub off quickly. But I swear, we haven’t been toying with you. I care about you too much to do that.”
You’d never seen Fred look more confused in his entire life, and that was counting the time that you took polyjuice to make yourself look like him and convince him that you were his long lost triplet.
“You...I...only two days?” He turned to face the edge of the tower, staring into the sunrise. You moved with him and ended up sitting in front of him, so close that you were practically on his lap.
“I gave you the potion thinking that you were going to fall in love with Lee. But you of course had to ruin the plan and fall in love with me instead. Everything you’ve been feeling for the past two days in fake. But other than that, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your brain was racing with possibilities of what he could mean about the last year. It settled on one, but there was no way that could be it.
You rubbed your thumb over Fred’s knuckles soothingly as you watched him try to comprehend what was going on. “So, the butterflies I got when I saw you in a swimsuit over the summer? The way my heart beats faster every time you look at me? The way I can feel myself falling in love with everything you do? That’s not...that’s not fake?”
You felt your breath hitch in your throat. Butterflies? Heart beating? Falling in love? “Fred, if this is some sort of reverse joke to get back at me it’s not funny at all.”
He shifted and pulled you into a tight hug as he noticed your vulnerability, so uncommon with you. “Of course this isn’t a joke, love. But you have to tell me, was it all real? Please tell me it was all real and that the potion’s over with now.”
You smiled and felt small tears prick your eyes. “The potions over, Freddie. Whatever you felt before and whatever you feel now...it’s real. There’s no spell on you anymore.”
Fred pulled back from the hug and cupped your cheek in his hands. His eyes seared into yours and you never wanted to look away. “Y’know,” you whispered, “sometimes I wonder if you’ve got me under a spell.”
Fred laughed and twisted your hair in his fingers. You thought he had never looked more handsome laughing at you in the morning light. “That’s the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard you say, love.”
You scoffed at his remark. “You got up and sang that to me in front of the entire school!” you nearly shouted, slapping his chest.
“Yeah, while I was literally under a love potion that you gave me! Just that desperate for me, are you?”
You knew he was joking, but he was poking at the truth. “Maybe I am Freddie, maybe I--”
But you didn’t have time to finish, because you were cut off by his lips on yours. It caught you by surprise, but it wasn’t long until you melted into the kiss. His one hand rested on the small of your back and the other moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer.
You sighed into the long overdue kiss and crawled on top of the love of your life, straddling his hips.
Your hands played with his hair like they had countless times before, but this time it was different. This time it really meant something, to the both of you. Fred pulled you closer and you shifted so you were pushing him onto his back. Unfortunately, neither of you were very aware of your surroundings and his head hit the radio, forcing it to change stations.
The two of you giggled and continued to make out in the morning sun, but you stopped once you heard the song that came on.
“Is that…” you asked.
“It can’t be. There’s no way.”
But the radio was without a doubt playing the song that the whole school was now familiar with. You sat up and stared at Fred, eyes asking him if he somehow planned this.
Fred just shrugged and pulled you back onto him. “Must be magic love.” You smiled and went in to kiss him again. As the song ended Fred spoke the last lyrics into you, sending shivers down your spine.
get to know me meme [7/?] favorite female character in tv show: anne shirley cuthbert (anne with an e)
There’s such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I’m such a troublesome person. If I was just the one anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn’t be half so interesting.
TOMB RAIDER O9/? (for @cloudxstrife)
“The world is full of unanswered questions. Beyond all limits, all reason, the answers await. For some, discovering the secrets of the world... is the only way to live.”
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