SUMMARY: "You're going to the Yule Ball with me", Fred Weasley states in front of the whole table, addressing you. Ever the confident, he'd rather take another ageing potion than consider the possibility of you saying no. He wants to go with you, and you want to go with him. But you're making him earn it, aren't you?
A/N: English is not my first language, and this is the first fic I share, so please treat it with extra love. Constructive criticism is welcomed. Hope you enjoy it, and merry Christmas 🎄🧡
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The Triwizard Tournament.
That was what everyone was talking about. Some were eager to participate, others were skeptical about the whole thing, and the most reckless, like Fred Weasley, were upset because of the no-under-seventeen rule. Some didn't want to participate, but they were still excited and thrilled. You were excited and thrilled too, but for a very different reason: Beauxbatons.
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You were born in Spain. Your parents were muggles. When you were ten, you learned the news: your mother had been offered a job in London, and since it was an interesting and well paid one and your financial situation was complicated, your parents had agreed you'd all move there, in hopes that your father would find a job there too. You understood, but still you were sad about leaving your friends and everything you knew.
Once in London, you went to school, made some friends and started getting familiarised with the language and culture, though you didn't have the chance to completely settle there, since next summer you got your Hogwarts letter. No one in your family knew a single thing about magic, so your parents were reluctant about letting you attend a magical boarding school at first. They weren't bothered by the fact of their daughter being a witch, but this was a whole different thing.
Still, and after a long talk with a Ministry worker, a few magic demonstrations and even a short walk through Diagon Alley, they had finally agreed to letting you go to Hogwarts, telling you that if you tried it and didn't like it, you could always come back home to a muggle life, though that never happened.
You loved spending time with them on holidays and visiting your country, but you also loved Hogwarts and all the magic to it and its students, some of which you considered your friends. You often wondered what would've happened if your mother never had gotten that job in London. Would you have discovered your powers? Would you have ever known about this fascinating hidden world?
That's why you were so thrilled when you heard about Beauxbatons.
This magic school was located in France, but it also admitted students from Spain. Would you have gone there if you hadn't moved to England? Maybe there was some Spanish witch or wizard amongst the visitors, who you could befriend. Maybe even there was one of your Spanish friends, though that was impossible. Well, improbable.
When the Beauxbatons visitors had made their entrance, you had scanned their faces in search of any familiar one, but you were quickly deceived. Still, after a few weeks, you had met one of them, a Spanish witch called Sofía, with whom you had bonded quickly.
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Back to the present, you were sat in the Great Hall with Hermione, Ginny and Ron. Sofía was with her Beauxbatons friends, and Harry was sat with Neville several seats appart. It seemed like Ron and him had had a big fight, though you prefered to stay out of the whole thing, since you had other things worry about, like your studies. And the Yule Ball.
Ah, the Yule Ball.
Everyone was so excited about it, and people were either asking or waiting to get asked. You didn't have a date yet, and while you would like to have someone ask you out, you wouldn't mind going by yourself. You looked too beautiful in that dress to have it wasted just because no boy had dared to approach you.
You were enjoying your dinner, lost in all these thoughts, when you suddenly heard someone calling your name. You looked around till you found the source: Fred Weasley, already looking at you and grinning, with an amused George sat by his side.
"You're going to the Yule Ball with me", he said with a charming smile.
It wasn't a question. It wasn't a suggestion. It was a statement. A good-intentioned one, probably, but a statement nonetheless.
You didn't dislike Fred. In fact, you'd be more than pleased to go with him to the Ball, but you didn't like the way he had done it. Even if it wasn't his intention, he had put you in a kinda compromised situation, stating it in front of everyone as if there was no doubt, no option. Too confident. Too public.
You wanted to say yes, but not before giving his ego a smack or two. If he really wanted to go with you, he'd have to earn it.
"Am I?", you questioned his statement with an amused tone. That seemed to catch him a bit off-guard, though he didn't stop smirking.
"Are you?".
At this point, the whole table was paying attention to your conversation, though Fred didn't look taken aback, and if he wasn't, neither would you
You pretended to be thinking. "Why would I?".
"'Cause I'm charming, funny, and the best date you could have", he grinned without wavering.
So that was it. He wanted to go with you, and he was sure you would because, in his mind, who else would you want to go with if not the amazing Fred Weasley? 'Poor boy', you thought, already planning your next move, 'he'll have to work harder than this'.
"Well, that's easier said than proved", you said out loud, earning some whispered 'oooh's across the table. Fred didn't retort straight away, and George and Lee looked like they were having the time of their lives. You stared briefly at your watch, then right into Fred's soul.
"I love the confidence, but you'll need more than that. It's 8 pm. You have until tomorrow this same time to convince me to go with you", you addressed him with a daring look, "Unless you want to back down", you added with a playful smirk, knowing that, after your statement, the last thing he would do was backing down.
"I'd never", he told you with a grin, the engines in his head already working on what he would call a master plan.
"Twenty four hours, Weasley", you said, standing up and saying good night to your friends before heading to your bed, since you had already finished your dinner and there was nothing else you had to tell the boy.
You fell asleep quite easily, the emotions and exhaustion of the day draining your brain completely.
i absolutely despise the whole lonely/alienated muggleborn slytherin trope so i’m writing this the way i see it going for a badass muggleborn reader being put in slytherin.
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unless you told people, no one expected that you could be muggleborn
because how could a muggleborn be in slytherin???
it’s like this big thing when people do find out
some people are mean about it but the majority of slytherins get protective over you
slytherins are tight-knit when they make friends and they’d keep you around
you’re a mudblood but you’re their mudblood
that word doesn’t really get thrown around anymore out of respect actually
they probably give you a name like muddy or something LMAO
making jokes about if salazar slytherin could see you
a lot of kids would get told by their parents not to talk to you
and some *cough* malfoy *cough* might even demand you be sorted again
but most slytherins start not giving a shit because you’re one of them
oh and if you have a slytherin s/o, you better believe they’d kill a bitch for you
you’d fuck up a lot of the slytherin stereotypes just by being a muggleborn slytherin
revolution babe
more muggleborns get rightfully sorted into slytherin after you
because they’re not begging the sorting hat for anything but slytherin
a lot of students have the choice earlier to forget their parents’ beliefs and make up their own minds
certain pureblood x muggleborn ships would come to life
you’d show people muggle things and they’d be confused as hell
but they’re also secretly really interested
slytherins aren’t such assholes to the other houses cause they start to be less discriminatory
in the end, your existence in the house actually makes a difference (built different <3)
warnings: angst with fluff sprinkled here and there, death, violence
summary: you're forced into hiding when the death eaters invade hogwarts and saying your goodbyes aren't easy. however, these farewells don't last long when you're reunited with your friends during the battle of hogwarts. the same battle which stole the life of someone dear to you, someone you considered a sister.
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a/n: here's the fred weasley fic based off this request hope it's what you were looking for @bunk12bear
there's obviously some plots that don't line up with how it actually went down but it's all for the plot of this fic so just ignore them. enjoy <3
(also ik the summary sucks but i didn't know what to say :') not sure how i feel abt this one tbh...)
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your bag sits on your bed. well… the bed that used to be yours. you sigh and pick it up, slinging it over your shoulder, silently thanking hermione for charming it for you. you grab your wand on the nightstand and slowly make your way out the girls dormitories, down the stairs into the common room where luna is waiting.
the second your feet touch the floor, you're attacked and pulled into a tight hug. the air is knocked out of you and you let out a small chuckle at the younger girls actions.
“i am going to miss you tremendously y/n.” lunas soft voice fills your ears. you wrap your arms around her, clearing your throat before saying, “and i'll miss you loony… but this isn't goodbye. think of it as a ‘see you later’, ok?”
she pulls away and looks up at you, eyes glazed over slightly. she nods and sniffs. “i'll be back before you know it.” you give her your best attempt at a smile.
you adjust the bag strap and look at the time. “c'mon, i still have to say bye to the others.” she follows you out of the ravenclaw common room and into the passages of hogwarts.
‘i can't believe this is hogwarts now… it used to be so full of joy, now it's filled with despair.’
you were a muggleborn, raised by your father after your mother passed away giving birth to you. despite this, your father loved you with all his heart and tried to give you all you needed. that's why you're leaving, for him and for your mother. with the death eaters invading hogwarts you were no longer safe. you needed to leave and soon.
your father owned a cottage in the middle of the woods, that's where you'd be staying. far away from hogwarts and danger. far away from the war but also far away from your friends. you were leaving all of them behind.
“-y/n?” luna whispers again, her voice finally breaking you out of your trance-like state. “y/n, are you alright?” you nod. “yeah, i'm fine… just dreading this.” you answer truthfully.
before you can say something else, a loud whisper catches your attention.
“godric there you are! we were looking for you!” hermione pulls you into a tight hug, head burying into the crook of your neck. “sorry mione… didn't mean to scare you.” she sniffs as she pulls away, giving ginny the chance to throw her arms around you in the same manner as hermione.
“it's not going to be the same without you y/n/n.” ginny whispers hoarsely. she lets go and neville takes her place, your head resting on his shoulder.
“wish i could do something y/n, really i do. sorry you have to leave.” he mumbles. “it's going to be ok nev. you'll be seeing me again in no time.” he gives you a watery smile as you pull from his embrace.
harry soon crashes into you and pulls you into his arms. “this is all my fault… i'm sorry… but i'll fix this. i'll fix it and you'll be back at hogwarts, i swear it.” you squeeze him tighter at the sound of his broken voice. “it's not your fault, harry, not at all.” you whisper. he smiles sadly and shakes his head, letting ron give you a hug instead of responding.
“ginny's right, y'know. things won't be the same without you and your smart mouth around here.” you laugh into the hug. “you're gonna say bye to fred and george though, right? they won't forgive you if you don't.” you unwrap your arms from his torso and nod, “of course. i'd never dream of leaving them without a goodbye.” he seems pleased with your response and smiles.
a loud noise is heard nearby, followed by the sound of laughter. laughter that can be recognised anywhere, the laughter of bellatrix lestrange.
you take one last look at all of them before quickly apparating away.
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you enter weasleys' wizard wheezes and remove your hood, allowing you to take it all in again. your eyes scan the busy shop and finally land on two redheads.
‘found them.’
you make your way over to them and tap their shoulders. “hey guys.” your smile is bleak and they immediately understand.
“it's today, isn't it?” george asks and you can only nod. fred grabs your wrist and leads you to a quieter spot. “merlin's beard… i didn't realise it was this soon…” he whispers.
george grabs you and his long arms wrap around you, savouring his last moment with you before he lets his twin say his goodbyes. “i'll miss you little one… stay safe please.” you laugh at his stupid nickname. “how many times do i have to tell you, i'm not little.” he chuckles before releasing you. “but you're still younger.” with that, he gives you one last goodbye hug and walks off, leaving you and fred alone.
fred weasley… the only man who, in your eyes, was perfect. he had been your friend since your first year at hogwarts, finding you through ron. you've always admired him but it wasn't until your 4th year that you realised just how much you admired him… scratch that, how infatuated you were with him.
you've kept these feelings towards the older redhead to yourself, fearing that he'd not feel the same and you'd only make things awkward between the two of you.
if only you knew that he had the same dilemma.
“so, this is it huh?” fred's voice is thick with tears and you have to blink back a few of your own. “for now… i'll be seeing you soon freddie.” you try to lighten the mood. he laughs softly, “you hope. you hope you'll see me soon but you can't promise that.”
you frown but before you can respond, he's pulling you into his arms, the scent of burnt marshmallows, gunpowder and his cologne filling your scenes.
the two of you stay like that for a few minutes, neither of you wanting to pull away.
“ 'm sorry you have to leave.” fred mumbles into your hair. “not your fault freddie… i'll miss you, you giant teddy bear.” he laughs and you slowly pull away.
you can see his eyes are glossy and a single tear escapes yours at the sight. his hands make their way to your face to gently brush the stray droplet away.
“if i don't hear from you, i'm going to personally find you and give you a piece of my mind y'know.” he says. you smile and roll your eyes. “i wouldn't expect any less.” you stand there gazing into each other's eyes, the weight on your chest becoming too much.
“i should go…” you mutter. he frowns slightly but nods nonetheless. “good luck y/n/n. stay safe please.” he whispers, afraid that his voice will break if he speaks too loudly.
“of course. goodbye fred.” just as you're about to leave, he grabs your hand and yanks you closer, giving you one final hug. he reluctantly lets you go and watches in sorrow as he sees your figure disappear.
“you alright there freddie?” “never better georgie.”
but it's a lie. his broken voice and teary eyes give him away. he's anything but alright.
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THE BATTLE
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you frantically search for someone you know. any familiar face. there's panic all around you as people prepare for the death eaters to invade.
you round a corner and crash into someone, sending both of you tumbling to the ground. “i'm so sorry-” “y/n?” you quickly look up at the familiar voice.
“tonks! godric it's good to see you again!” the older woman helps you to your feet as you speak. “it is. sorry it had to be in these circumstances.” she smiles and you hug her, relieved that you're with her.
you've known tonks since your first year. you had gotten separated from your father in diagon alley and tonks was the one who found you. she helped you find your father and kept in contact during her remaining years at hogwarts, helping you whenever she could and sitting with you by the black lake whenever you needed a reading buddy. she quickly became like a sister and when she left hogwarts she constantly sent you owls, being sure to never lose touch.
you were there at her wedding, not minding, or caring, that her fianceé at the time was a werewolf. remus lupin had always favoured you, you had a gift for defence against the dark arts and lupin was a talented professor in your eyes.
“c'mon, everyone's this way.” she grabs your hand, dragging you with her.
you eventually stop and immediately see all your friends. “y/n!” hermione is the first to see you and rushes to you, her body colliding with yours. “mione!” she lets you go with a wide smile on her face.
soon enough you're bombarded with hugs from everyone.
“i told you you'd see me soon.” you softly say to fred as he pulls you into his chest. “that you did y/n. that you did.” a cough makes the two of you stop your embrace.
your face heats up when you see that the others are watching the two of you. george, hermione, ginny and harry with matching knowing smirks, neville and luna with small smiles and ron with a confused look on his face.
you look down in embarrassment and quickly walk over to tonks and remus, planning to ask them about their son, teddy.
george wiggles his brows at his twin and says, “so… when's the wedding?” fred scoffs and shakes his head.
“wedding? am i missing something here?” ron speaks up. hermione rolls her eyes and flicks the back of his head. “must you always be so oblivious? honestly ronald.”
everyone chuckles at the hurt look ron has on his face, the panic and fear for what's to come momentarily dissapearing.
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“stupefy!” you shout. you watch as the death eater collapses on the ground, giving you time to get away.
you run through the hallways, bodies are scattered here and there and there's rubble everywhere. you round a corner to see fred and percy fighting side by side and head over to help them.
“hiya freddie!” you call out before shouting “sectumsempra!”, watching as the death eater screams slightly, dropping to his knees in agony.
“y/n! whatcha up to?” he jokes, dodging a hex in his direction. “oh, y'know, nothing much, just helping a friend out!” you pause briefly to smile at him. he smiles back and percy looks in your direction.
“y/n.” he nods to you in respect. “hey percy.” you nod back to the older weasley the same way he did to you. you slowly start drifting away from the two brothers but keep them in your line of sight.
“hello minister, did i mention i'm resigning?” you hear percy shout as he sends a jinx at thicknesse. you smile, not used to seeing the stuck up percy weasley joking.
fred seems just as surprised and happy as you, “you're joking, perce!” he shouts back, glee filling his eyes and taking over his features.
you see a lurking shadow behind fred and recognise the figure, augustus rookwood. you look at him with disgust which soon turns to alarm as you see him raises his wand to aim dangerously close to where fred is standing.
“you actually are joking perce… i don't think i've heard you joke since you were-” his sentence is cut short as you shout over him, “everte statum!”
fred's body is thrown backwards by your jinx just as an explosion erupts near the spot he was standing previously.
you see rookwood turn and flee as you rush over to fred.
“merlin, are you ok?!” you shout at him, hands holding his face. he grunts in discomfort and nods, “yeah, just that my arse is sore now.” you laugh, tears running down your face as you realise how close he was to death.
“watch out will you! you nearly died!” he smiles at your words, hand reaching up to cup the side of your face. “but i didn't thanks to you… you saved me.” his eyes are soft as they gaze into yours.
percy quickly kneels next to the two of you. “are you alright there fred?” fred nods at his brother and percy stands again. “very good… the two of you can discuss this later, right now we need to get moving before something like that happens again.”
you sigh and stand, offering fred your hand which he takes. the two of you share one last glance before looking away from each other and running down the hallways.
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you breathe a sigh of relief at the temporary halt of the battle. you walk into the great hall with fred's arm linked with yours and start to make your way down the isles.
despair fills you at the sight of the lifeless bodies of your peers and people you once knew.
you're about to turn away from the scene when a flash of pink catches your attention. you quickly take a closer look and rush over to where tonks and remus lay, tears springing from your eyes at the realisation.
there they lie, lifeless and cold, hands connected in a final expression of their love for one another. you sink to your knees as a cry erupts from your throat, the pain overwhelming. fred kneels next to you and wraps his arms around your crying figure, trying to comfort you.
“she was like family, fred… they were my family…” you sob into his chest. his throat is thick with tears as he watches you break down, clutching at his shirt as if it was the only thing keeping you grounded.
“i know love… i know… i'm so sorry. it's going to be ok…” he soothes as he rubs your hair, trying to calm you down.
all you can do is shake your head as you cry for the couple. as you cry from the pain and from the guilt, knowing that their son would be damned to grow up without parents. it's a tragic truth which shakes you to your very core.
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you're standing by their grave, flowers in hand, tears silently streaming down your flushed face.
you gingerly place the bundle of lilacs, white roses and chrysanthemums onto the graves, the colours vibrant against the grey of the headstones.
you don't know how long you've been standing there, maybe 5 minutes, possibly 20, all you know is that you miss the two greatly. granted, you haven't known remus quite as long as you've known tonks, but in the short period you have known him, he quickly earned your trust and respect.
they may not have the same blood as you, but they were your family regardless.
you tense when you feel someone's arm wrap around your shoulders but soon relax when the familiar smell of burnt marshmallows and gunpowder fills your scenes.
it's silent as fred comforts you and you're grateful that he isn't pushing you to talk just yet. you don't even know if you can talk, throat raw from all the crying you've been doing lately.
a little while later fred softly whispers, “i'm always here for you, y'know? no matter the time of day, if you ever need a shoulder to cry on or even someone to vent to, i'll be ready and waiting.” you turn your head to look at him and give him a weak smile. “thanks freddie.” you gruffly whisper.
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you and fred slowly walk down the deserted street of godric hollow, the silence almost eerie if it wasn't for the quiet conversation fred kept up with you.
the two of you stop under a tree and take everything in. since the battle, everything's been chaos. voldemort is gone but so are many witches and wizards, all their lives cut short due to the wars.
you feel his eyes burning into the side of your face and you meet his gaze.
“something the matter fred?” you ask. he shakes his head and smiles softly. “just thinking…” he trails off slightly. “what are you thinking so deeply about?” curiosity bubbles inside you but all he does is shake his head again.
the truth is, he's conflicted. conflicted with his feelings for you.
one part of him doesn't want to tell you, scared of your reaction and knowing that now isn't the best time.
but the other part wants you to know how he feels. he wants to be able to hold your hand and not in a friend kind of way. he wants to hold you as you sleep, knowing that you're his and he is yours.
“fred…” you whisper, the look in his eyes is admiring and soft. “y/n…?” he responds, dazed.
you smile and lean forward, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. his face blushes crimson, matching his hair. you rest your head on his shoulder as his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you into his side. you and fred have matching smiles as you enjoy the comfort of each other.
you may have lost two of the most important people in your life but you also gained something. you don't know what it is and what you are to fred, but you don't care.
you're in his arms and you've never felt safer. you've never felt more loved than you do right now.
you'll never stop missing tonks and remus but knowing that fred will be here by your side the whole time, it gave you the strength to carry on with life.
In which Draco Malfoy’s life comes crashing down as he’s forced to choose between true love and tradition
A Draco Malfoy x Reader mini-series [COMPLETED]
CHAPTERS
01: An Epilogue Before We’re Done
02: Push My Luck & Trust The Dust Enough
03: Take This Heart Put Yourself In It
04: One Last Ditch & New Beginnings
EXTRAS
Blurb: Serenity [takes place before the events of soau]
Aesthetics
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION
Taglist form can be found here.
General story warnings include: gender-neutral!reader (they/them pronouns used), muggle-born!reader, post-hogwarts + no voldemort au, arranged marriage au, talks of reincarnation, readers house/magical school attended is unidentified, angst.
Story plot was inspired by 5 Seconds of Summer’s songs ‘If You Don’t Know’. Titles were inspired by their song, ‘Story of Another Us’
Warnings: teasing, make out, smutty but not full on smut (only the tiniest bit of palming)
Summary: Most purebloods weren’t well versed on things such as movies, in particular one blonde headed slytherin.
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You never had much interaction with Draco until your last year at Hogwarts while he was in his sixth. You always tried avoiding the loud mouthed blonde after all the stories you heard about him. There were plenty of times you’d heard the phrase ‘mudblood’ come from him when he directed it toward others. You knew there was nothing you could do, but the way your blood boiled every time you heard that word made you avoid him like the plague, not knowing what you’d do to him if that were ever directed toward you.
You were sitting next to Draco in Snape’s class, wishing you hadn’t decided to take potions in your seventh year. You had managed to avoid the boy next to you and you were unfortunate enough to get paired with him by a ‘random’ selection. There was no doubt in your mind that Snape chose partners based on who he thought hated each other the most.
“Give me that.” Draco spat, grabbing ingredients out of your hand without blinking. You glared and grabbed it back holding it farther from him when he reached for it again.
“I know what I’m doing Snow White. I don’t need your help.” You explained, putting the ingredients on the far end of the table.
“Snow White?” He asked looking at you in confusion only fueling you more.
“She’s a princess just like you.” You smirked and turned back to the cauldron. You were reading through the directions silently to yourself when you felt Draco’s breath fanning over your neck. “Ever heard of personal space, princess? I believe I see your book right there unopened.” You pointed to his side of the table only for him to move closer.
“I’m not a princess.” He grumbled, reaching across for the ingredients only to have you smack his hand away.
“Then don’t act like one.” You fired back.
“Dammit!” Draco exclaimed when the ingredients fell off the edge of the table causing you to groan.
“Stay on your side Snow White.” You spat, shoving him off of you to bend down and retrieve the ingredients.
“Don’t call me that.” He mumbled and you rolled your eyes.
“I thought nicknames were your thing princess? Can’t handle when the tables turn?” You teased and both of you stayed quiet for the most part aside from the frustrated gabs you both threw at the other when you got in each other's way.
After that day in class you seemed to run into each other a lot more than you ever had before. It seemed to be common knowledge of your new nicknames for Draco by the second day you were teasing him with them. You could see how much they bothered him, and it only made you want to keep saying them even more. There had always been something else mixed in with the annoyance that you could never read off his face, but there was no way you were going to let anything stop you from degrading him with them.
This had gone on for months on end, Draco seeming to get more frustrated with the names the longer they went on. It had surprised you that he never seemed to have any insult to throw back at you. Half the time you had expected him to throw back you being muggleborn in your face, but even that hadn’t come up. It hadn’t been until you’d bumped his shoulder during Christmas that it seemed to finally get to him.
“Filthy little mudblood.” Draco spat at you while you walked away making you freeze in your spot. Your hand started shaking, and the anger from the past six years finally came out. You turned on your heel, grabbing your wand before roughly pinning him to the wall with a shove.
“Listen here princess.” You growled, shoving your wand into his throat making him let out a choked gasp. “You ever, and I mean ever, call me that again and my wand is going to be so far up that tight ass of yours hexes will be flying out of your mouth.” You spat in his face, your wand digging even deeper into his skin with each word. “You may be a pureblood but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re just a scared little boy who has been spoiled rotten by his daddy his entire life.” You explained, your chest rising and falling quickly.
Draco’s heart was beating out his, and you could see the lust that began filling his eyes, his breaths coming out shallow when his airways started becoming more restricted. You felt something stir inside of you, a tingling sensation settling in between your legs when you realized how close you were to him. There was a fantasy that you hadn’t known about within you, and you couldn’t believe that it was happening with Draco Malfoy of all people. Your eyes flickered down to his pants when he shifted and you smirked when you saw the tent that had formed. Unknowingly you pushed your wand harder against his throat and Draco let out a confused whimper.
“You really are just a spoiled little brat aren’t you Snow White?” You teased pulling away, your wand finally going back into its rightful place before you looked Draco up and down. He gave a small shy nod, the heat rushing to his face making him turn a deep shade of red.
He stayed silent, not knowing how to respond until you pinned his arms above his head and kissed him roughly. Draco moaned into the kiss, melting against the wall making his arms go slack in your grip. You let them slide down a tad, your fingers brushing his palms before your fingers interlocked tightly with the others. You finally pulled away after what felt like years, both of you panting and looking flushed.
“I…” Draco breathed out, his words getting caught in his throat, his fingers coming up to touch his lips that were still tingling.
You couldn’t help but pull him in for another kiss, your fingers immediately tangling into his hair. Draco seemed to be unable to move anything other than his lips, melting at everything and anything you did. He’d wanted this for months, every time you’d degrade him it sent a shiver down his spine and the deep want in him only grew as time went on. Now that his own fantasies were getting fulfilled he could hardly get himself to do anything to you in return.
“You’re being so good for me” You praised softly, kissing under his ear earning a small whine from the boy leaning against you.
You started leaving all the marks you could manage to leave against his neck, all the whimpers and moans you were receiving only fueled you to leave more. Your hand ran down his shirt slowly, and when you grabbed his hardened length through his pants his head fell forward onto your shoulder. Draco’s warm breath fanning over your neck made you shudder, but that didn’t stop you from rubbing him at an agonizingly slow pace.
A surprised moan left you when Draco’s lips started grazing against your neck between moans and he started sucking gently. There was no doubt in your mind that by the end of this both of your necks were going to look as though they had lost a fight to leeches. All too soon for Draco’s liking you pulled away, and instead of doing anything more like he wanted you pulled away completely.
“See you later princess.” You smirked, patting his face before walking away and leaving him against the wall watching you in astonishment.
Day 12 of @jamilelucato and @whack-ed Very Harry Potter Christmas.
George Weasley x muggleborn!reader
Prompt: Writing Christmas cards
Summary: George never knew about Christmas cards until you.
A/N: This ended up being more about Christmas cards in general than writing them. Hope you all enjoy! I’m thinking about maybe writing more.
WC: 2.3k
Y/H/C- your hair color ; Y/L/N- your last name ; Y/H- your house (except Gryffindor. Sorry. I didn’t realize my mistake when writing this. You’ll understand at the end. Forgive me.)
First year George wasn’t expecting anything from you during Christmas break. You were a muggle-born he had met one day running away from Filch after getting separated from Fred. You two became friends as you became a silent partner and helped with their escape plans. George didn’t realize you had an owl.
George opened the envelope and stared at the strange letter that had a picture on the front with reindeer pulling a fat man in red robes in a red cart. The front read “May all your wishes be granted”. George curiously opened the strange letter. A still photo of your family stared up at him. He moved it to the side. Printed inside was “Happy Christmas with lots of joy!” Signed underneath was The Y/L/N Family. On the opposite side was a note from you.
George,
I hope you have a Happy Christmas with your family! I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything in time. I promise to have something for you on the train. Miss you lots dear friend!
Sincerely,
Y/N
“Mum, Dad,” George asked. “Do you know what this strange letter is? My muggle-born friend sent it to me.”
“That’s a Christmas card,” Charlie piped up. “We learned about muggle Christmas traditions before break. Muggles send cards out to family and friends during the holidays. Sometimes they send pictures and longer notes to catch up with people. It’s just a way to celebrate the holidays. Professor Quirrell didn’t really understand them.”
George nodded and stared at the card. He looked over at the picture of your family. You were in the middle with a giant grin and a red sweater. Peeping up from the bottom of the photo, he swore it was the beginning of a gold G. “I like these strange letters. Christmas cards you say, Charlie?”
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George stared out of the window in hope. Fred watched his twin while he sat on his bed and worked on pranks for their shop. “She doesn’t even know we’re here, Georgie. How can you expect Y/N to send you a Christmas card when she doesn’t know where you’re staying?”
“She will!” George argued. “She always does.”
“You didn’t tell her, did you George? It doesn’t matter that she is finally your girlfriend after you both finally got it through your thick heads.”
George shook his head. “I didn’t tell her. She knows we are not at the Burrow. She thinks we’re staying with Aunt Muriel. I told her to send the letter to the Burrow. Errol is there waiting for the trade off. Told her it was too far for Sova to fly the whole way.”
Fred shook his head. “You’re letting Errol deliver your happiness? Oh Georgie. You’re doomed.”
George stuck his tongue out at his twin before turning back to the window. Soon, he thought, Errol should be here soon. As if by magic, the shadow of Errol appeared in the distance. George scrambled to grab the owl treats he had waiting on the window sill.
“Cmon, you stupid old owl. Come get the treat and give me that letter,” George almost shouted. Fred shushed him. The last thing either of them needed was for someone to wake up and discover what they are both up to. “Incoming, Freddie! He’s coming in hot!”
Fred quickly stumbled out of bed and grabbed a pillow as George made the window wider and grabbed another pillow to go under Fred’s. Errol blasted through the window and hit the pillow at Fred’s chest before falling onto the pillow George held underneath. George laid the treats next to the owl and snatched the letter. This year glittery snowflakes adorned the front with “May your life be full of flurries of happiness”. The inside read similar like every year with something about having a happy Christmas, the family signature, and the family picture. Just like always too, there was a note from Y/N.
Darling George,
Give my love to your family. I do hope your father is okay and recovering well. I also hope that the hag of an aunt you call Muriel is treating you all well too. It was a bummer to end term without you, but alas I know I’ll be doing it once more. One of us has to have a diploma, even if I will end up working with you. Don’t throw a fit, my darling George. I know I can do more with my life, but this is what I want. I already made that clear to my parents. They’ve accepted my choice. Back to end of term. It was okay. It would have been better if Umbitch wasn’t there. She did leave me alone though...unwillingly. Somehow she kept getting fed your nosebleed nougats and lost quite a bit of blood. Hmmmm. Who knows how that happened. I certainly don’t, and neither do Peeves or that elf Dobby your brother knows. Mum and Dad and those idiot brothers of mine say hello. They’re all glad I finally officially have you as mine. Apparently they’ve always known too. Perhaps I should tell them the truth about our Yule Ball last Christmas and we went as much much more than best friends. I’ll give you your present on the train back. Take care, darling. Do enjoy your break. Miss you tons, but I love you more.
Love always,
Y/N
George grinned at the card. “She’s brilliant, Freddie. Absolutely brilliant.”
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George was nervous as he handed Fred the card. It was still early in the morning. The Hogwarts express had gotten back the day before, which meant the holiday rush will be hitting soon. Y/N was managing the store with Verity while George and Fred were going over some inventory in the back. Fred stared at the envelope before gingerly opening it. He smiled at the card with a fireplace wishing him a warm and festive holiday. “Well finally, Georgie boy,” Fred grinned. “I was wondering how long it would take for you to tell the Y/L/N to include me in their list of Christmas card receivers.”
George didn’t say a word and just motioned for his brother to open it. Fred opened the card. Staring back at him was a muggle photo of Y/N and George. Both were grinning in the midst of pine trees. George’s arms were wrapped around Y/N and she was leaning into his chest. Fred moved the picture to be greeted with the typical Y/L/N family picture, but he very quickly noticed his twin was a part of the family photo. Moving the photos he saw the card was signed by The Weasleys, but it was in Y/N’s handwriting. On the left side of the card, Fred was greeted with the familiar sight of George’s writing.
Forge,
Y/N told me I didn’t have to write you a note updating you on my life because we live and work together and see each other every day. But where is the fun in that? I want you to have a true Christmas card experience! We’ve been through so much this year, Freddie. I’m just glad I got to experience it with you along the way. As you can see, I’m a part of the Y/L/N Christmas cards now. Y/N is my everything. I have to thank you. Thank you for giving me the pushes to make her mine. It’s no lie written in the card, Forge. She’s gonna be a Weasley. Will you be my side as I celebrate my new life? There’s no one else I’d want. Let’s celebrate Christmas with a bang.
Gred
Fred immediately looked up. “You serious, Gred?”
“Absolutely, Forge. There’s no one else for me, and with the war and her being a muggle-born. It’s just going to be a quick muggle ceremony. Once the war is over, we’ll do the real thing.”
“Why muggle?”
“She’s read about wizard tradition. She wants to experience that and have her family see it too. Besides, if we did a quick magic ceremony, her family wouldn’t be allowed to come. With a muggle ceremony too, if anything happens she can easily blend right in and be taken care of.”
“You sure about this, George? I’m not talking you out of it. I know she’s perfect for you, but I want you to be happy.”
George smiled and hugged his brother. “I am, Fred. I have everything I want right now. Her. You. The store. I just want to make her as permanent in my life as you are.”
Fred chuckled. “Well I am amazing. It’s only a given. But George, have you told mum and dad yet?”
“They’re getting a Christmas card from Y/N and I. All the family is. They also got one specifically from her family.”
“I meant do mum and dad know you and Y/N are getting married?” George stayed quiet. “Oh Gred. What have you gotten yourself into?
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George found you at the kitchen table writing a list. “Making a list and checking it twice, darling?” George joked.
You smiled and kissed him. It was good to hear those little quips from him. When the war hit hard and Fred was killed, you worried he wouldn’t laugh again or joke. You feared the store would stay closed and layers of dust would settle over the products. It took George a few months, but they got the store up and going again. You knew he wouldn’t be the same without Fred, but it was good to see him somewhat the same again. “It’s what he’d want, Y/N,” he told you when working on cleaning up the store. “He wouldn’t want me to give up everything we’d ever hope for.”
“Very funny, George darling. I’m making a list of who we need to send Christmas cards too. My mum called and said the prints were in. Which reminds me, you need to make a list of which friends and extended relatives you want cards to go to and get their addresses.”
“We’re still doing this?”
You gave him a funny look. “Of course, darling. Why else would we have taken pictures with my family and gone to Selfridges to buy cards and some decorations?”
“Well I knew your family would still send cards out and that’s why they needed us there,” he answered. “They haven’t gone through a war.”
“But isn’t that why we should do this?” You asked. “So many people have gone through pain and sorrow this year. Let’s give them something to smile about, George darling.”
George gave another weak smile. “Fred loved the cards,” he whispered. “He always got excited when I got them and started bugging me 3rd year that he wanted to be in on it. He was so excited when I gave him his first card. I don’t know what I’ll do this year.”
You brought George closer to you. “You can still write him a Christmas card, George. The box is down stairs that you guys started your business out of. You can keep all the Christmas cards you write to him in there. It might sound weird, but I think it’ll be good for you. Include the pictures too. What do you think, darling?”
George kissed your cheek. “You’re an angel. You know that? You don’t think it’s weird?”
You shook your head. “I wouldn’t have suggested it if I thought it was. I think it’ll be good for you, George. It’ll be therapeutic in a way.” You pushed a card and envelope towards George. “This can be his. Why don’t you go grab your coat. We can go pick up the photos and then grab some lunch at the fish and chip shop down the road.”
“Maybe on the way back we can stop at that bakery by Flourish and Blotts,” he suggested. “I saw you looking at those cauldron cakes and strawberry trifles the other day.”
You grinned and kissed him. “Of course, Georgie darling.”
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“Y/N!” George shouted. “Where is the box? I have Fred’s card done.”
“Check the office, darling!” You answered. “I put it there so we didn’t lose it. I’m off to the station now. I’ll be back in a half hour.”
George entered his office and found the orange box he stored Fred’s Christmas cards in. A mouse wearing Christmas tree sunglasses and a Santa hat. He stuck the picture inside the card before putting it in the box. No longer was the photo of Y/N’s family included when sending out cards. Instead the photo was of George and Y/N wearing their Weasley sweaters. In front of them were two smaller red heads and a light haired Y/H/C also wearing their Weasley sweaters.
George smiled as he put the box back on the book shelf. “Until next Christmas, Forge.”
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Dear Forge,
It’s been a crazy year. The last of this Weasley clan has joined Hogwarts. It’ll be interesting to see if the twins follow in our footsteps. Anya is in Gryffindor and Fred is in Y/H. Part of me is glad Fred isn’t in Gryffindor. It would’ve been cool, but this way I hope he will be able to forge his own path. Forge. Hah! Get it? Clara is studying for her OWLS this year. I found some of our old charms, defense, herbology, transfiguration, and potions notes. I let her into our little secret that we are quite smart but just never turned our assignments in. She was thankful. She’s definitely my daughter. She acts like me so much, but she’s definitely loud like you with that Gryffindor bravery. I miss you, brother. Y/N was right though; this has definitely helped me. Hopefully you get these wherever you are. Happy Christmas, Freddie!
disclaimer; English is not my first language, I am sorry for any mistakes!
summary: searching for work on the wizarding world isn’t an easy task, particularly if you’re a muggleborn. Despite the war having ended over fifteen years ago, some views are just not easily changed. An interview at Malfoy Enterprises has been your last hope, would the handsome, and bachelor, Draco Malfoy hire you?! Would he be interested in something more than your employment?!
warning: graphic sexual scenes.
I apparated outside of Malfoy Enterprises, I breathed out heavily before walking inside. The receptionist as soon I had stepped in, informed me that the office of Mr. Malfoy had been at the fifth floor. I nodded at her thankfully and marched towards the lift, and pressed the button for the fifth floor.
I have been standing out of the office for a couple of seconds, before I had the courage to knock and after I had been given permission, I opened the door and I walked in.
The office had been huge, beside the office standing by the large windows, there had been a sitting space in front of the fireplace. He hadn’t been alone; Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, had been among those in the office.
“Mr. Malfoy”, I politely smiled, “I’m Kaitlyn Stephens for the interview, we had an appointment”
“Yes. Of course”, he motioned to the others that they would continue their conversation later.
They nodded at me as they exited the office, I replied the nod.
“Please, have a seat”, Malfoy gestured for me to sit at the chair in front of his office while he had taken the seat behind the desk.
“I apologies if I have come in an inappropriate time”
“No, no, I should apologize for not remembering our appointment”, he put his elbows on the table and he glanced at me with a soft smile. “I read your resume, I could say I’m amazed that someone so qualified as you, hasn’t found an employer yet”
“I’m muggleborn you see, and a foreign”, I explained and lowered my eyes to my lap.
“You had been rejected by other employers”, I hadn’t realized if it had been a question or not, but I nodded anyway. “You said foreign?”
“American”, I said, “Born in Ireland but raised in the States, I studied at Ilvemory”, his eyes had been on some papers as he had been writing something.
“Ms. Stephens, you’re hired”, he announced and he handed me a paper, it had been a contract.
“Excuse me?”, I looked at the paper and then back at him, Malfoy stood up and faced toward the windows, he signaled me to approach him and put his hands in his pockets.
I moved closer to him and turned my eyes on him, as he had been looking outside.
“I have fought very hard to end prejudices, a war had happened about fifteen years ago”, he let a long sigh.
“I’m aware about your war”, I expressed, “I also know the part you took on it that you fought with him”, his eyes found mine, “But I do understand that you have changed”
“Then”, he grinned at me, “Let us give each other the chance to form a professional relationship, in which I and you, would leave our past behind”, Draco Malfoy extended his hand towards me.
“Pleased to be working with you, Mr. Malfoy”
It has been three months since I have started my job under Malfoy Enterprises, Draco and I had managed to form an incredible good professional relationship.
Malfoy Enterprises had been working together with the Ministry of Magic to introduce new muggleborn law. Hermione Granger had been the representative of the Ministry, along with Harry Potter.
I hadn’t understood it before, but Malfoy Enterprises had been primarily a law firm, the best lawyers of the wizarding world had been working under Malfoy and each had been handpicked by Draco Malfoy himself.
It had been a day before the presentation of the new law. Draco hadn’t left his office yet, it had been 8 pm. Usually, he would have already departed.
I knocked on his office, but no response. I decided to step in, he had been seated on one of the couches, a lot of paperwork spread at the coffee table in front of him.
“Mr. Malfoy”, he just hummed in response, his eyes not leaving the papers, I closed the door behind me and approached him. “Draco”
“What is it, Kaitlyn?”, he said in a husky tone, making me shiver at the mention of my name and stopped at my tracks.
“You should head home to rest”, I cleared my throat, he kept looking at the papers, ignoring me, “I do not believe it shall be in anyone’s best interest if you look like a zombie tomorrow for the presentation”
“Funny”, he muttered and glanced up at me, his grey eyes piercing into mine, “I want to run a final check, I will head home after”
“Fine, let me help at least”, I sat at the couch facing his, he offered me a weak smile and a nod.
Hours had passed, I had been absorbed in the papers that I hadn’t noticed that Draco had fallen asleep, his eyes closed, his head against the back of the couch. I stood and conjured a blanket with my wand, I moved in front of him and spread the blanket over him. I had been observing his handsome features, being awfully close to his face. Suddenly, a pair of grey eyes stared at me, I instantly took a few steps backwards, he just kept staring at me.
“I think we’re finished for tonight”, I had been about to walk away, but he caught my hand and pulled me to him, making me sit on his lap. I stared at him and he just sleepily smiled.
“Kait”, he glanced at my lips and then back at me for a moment.
“Draco, I should really get going”, I tried to stood but his arm tightened around my waist, I really shouldn’t be doing this. “Draco, I”
He crushed his lips on mine and my eyes widened for a moment, only to let myself loose later and wrap my hands around his neck. The way he had been kissing me had been very demanding, I shifted my body and straddled him, our mouths always attached. I felt his hands traveling up and down my thighs, I had worn a pair of tight black pants today, he seemed to enjoy it.
When he squeezed my ass roughly, I moaned against our kiss, and I undid his tie, and then started working on his black shirt. I unbuttoned it, and the same time he tugged my blouse over my head, leaving me in my lacy red bra. In that moment I knew that we wouldn’t stop, and I hadn’t wanted to stop.
“Fancy choice of underwear for a work day”, he said, as his tongue roamed down my neck, shoulders and reaching the valley between my breasts and passing his tongue through it. I grasped his hair as he kissed lower and lower each time.
I found myself pressed against the couch, Draco had removed his shirt completely, his beautiful built body hovering over me, while he lowered his head between my legs, and pulled my pants down extremely slowly. He peeled off my shoes too, I had been beneath him in my lacy red lingerie and him gazing at me lustfully. I whined as I felt his hot breath over my center, I had been griping his shoulders for dear life. He jerked my panties down and immediately put his mouth on me. I tossed my head backwards, one hand shoved in his blonde locks, while my other one grabbed to the arm of the sofa to keep myself steady. His tongue worked marvelously in me, he added two fingers later on and that’s when I saw stars and let out a loud moan.
I needed him inside me so badly. I had been trying to recover from my orgasm, I guided my fingers into his underwear, taking a firm hold of his erected member. He groaned next to my ear, his head had been on my shoulder, leaving hot, wet kisses over my upper half. I stroked him fast and he moaned loudly. I took hold of his shoulders and flipped us over, me being on top of him now. I unclasped my bra and threw it to the side, his eyes darkened at the sight of my naked chest, he sat up and bit on my hard nipple while massaging my other breast with his large hand. I quickly accioed my wand and vanished the rest of our clothing.
I pushed him inside me, we let out a joined moan and he hissed when I started to move painfully slowly. He turned us over and shoved himself deep inside me as he claimed my lips one more time. He pounded and I felt myself nearing my release for a second time that night. He thrust into me faster, he had been about to come, I then scratched his back with my nails, which seemed to drive him nuts because he came instantly. And I followed him soon after.
We had been trying to catch our breaths, I had mixed feelings about what happened between us because it hadn’t been the first time. About a week ago, we had traveled to America, meeting with representatives of MACUSA, on our last night in New York we had slept together and it had been the best night of my life but with the preparations for the new law, we hadn’t time to discuss it.
Draco slowly moved out of me and began redressing. I sighed heavily and had been about to wear my shirt back on when he placed his black dress shirt around my shoulders and offered me a smile before pecking my lips. He walked to his desk and poured a glass of water and then returned and handed it to me.
“Draco”
“Just drink it”, he replied and sat next to me, “Would you like to stay with me tonight?”, Draco asked while he brushed a curl of my hair behind my ear and I just nodded. “I haven’t meant anyone like you before”, he pressed his lips on my forehead and I sighed happily.
The next day, we had the last presentation before the new law about muggleborns would be forced. He had been on edge, despite the fact that we have released plenty of steam the previous night at the Manor. The Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, a few other employees of the Ministry, Draco and I, had been at the meeting room.
“Since the casualties of the war, muggleborns would be our only hope to restore our wizarding population. We would like to provide muggleborns with a fund in order to help them be a bigger part in our world, even though they haven’t been raised in wizarding families they shouldn’t feel any less of wizard or witch”, Draco uttered and exchanged a quick look with Hermione, I had been aware of the past relationship but they had seemed to grown on one another these past months. “Scholarships are provided to the best student in the muggle world, why we would not give scholarships?! The goal of the new law named “Muggleborn Shield” will be a new beginning in our world, especially after the war. We would end the prejudices and we would have found a way to redeem ourselves”
“Mr. Malfoy, you understand that a law like that, and attaining from someone like yourself, could leave the public with questions”, the Ministry of Magic replied, and before I have been about to open my mouth, the Chosen One spoke.
”Draco and Malfoy Enterprises are the critical part if we want the law to be successful”, Harry Potter said, and everyone nodded their head in agreement. “We”, he motioned between himself and Hermione, “totally trust Draco Malfoy for the new law and we would like him to be part of the Council”
I gaped at Harry and Hermione, the Council had been the Minister’s closest and most trusted advisors, the Golden Trio, aurors, members of the Order, had been part of it. But Draco had been a former Death Eater.
“As much I’m honored with your proposition, we had planned to travel around Europe to meet with foreign wizarding communities”, Draco answered and smiled at me. “I would gladly accept your proposal, once I’ve redeemed myself”
“You have done more than enough”, Hermione said, I smiled at her and she warmly smiled back, “But I can understand you want to prove yourself to be a better man”, then she looked at the Minister, “The law shall be forced first thing tomorrow”, and he only nodded at her.
We had done it. Draco had actually done it. I’ve been so proud of him and to the man he had grown to be. The next week, we had departed for Paris, we would be meeting the French Minister of Magic. As we had been walking through the Champs Élysées, holding hands, and enjoying our first night together in Paris.
“Kait”, I glanced towards him, he had been beaming at me. “I’m glad you became my secretary”, I smiled and leaned towards him only to meet him halfway in the lips.
He had been holding my face so gently, caressing my cheeks as he breathtaking kissed me and I tightened my arms around his middle, pressing him against me while the night lights of the lovely city shined around us. I had been grateful that I met him and he came to my life, I wasn’t planning to let him go any time soon.
