#rupert+grint

[elleargentlover]

tom felton saying he’s “not attuned” to JKR’s politics (despite the fact that she’s made it her entire personality) fucking loser.

we love you daniel, rupert, and emma!!!

[dyinglove903]

must've been something in the water...

[holysmokesblog]

Don't fall in love with my brothers, please

Ron Weasley x reader

Summary: His only request: don't fall for his brothers. But love, sometimes, is the most disobedient of all.

wc: 1.7k

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Ron paced back and forth in the Burrow's dining room. The cramped, furniture-filled space made his task difficult, but he'd found a small, clear path, perfect for working off his nervous energy.

"If you keep going like this, you'll leave a hole in the floor," Molly scolded him, but he paid her no mind.

Ginny casually walked down the stairs, drawn by the tantalizing smell of dinner. But as she tried to approach the kitchen, Ron bumped into her, nearly knocking her off her feet.

"What's wrong with you, idiot?!" she complained angrily, hoping to start an argument, but she was also ignored as her brother continued pacing, muttering something incomprehensible.

"Ginny, love, just ignore him," suggested her mother. "He's nervous about tonight."

"What's going on tonight?" A pleasant smell suddenly reached her nose. "Ron, have you put on perfume?"

"Today we'll meet our dear Ronnie's girlfriend," George chimed in, crossing the room quickly, pushing past his other brother in the process, who glared at him.

"What are you saying? She's not my girlfriend. She's my friend!" Ron corrected him, stopping his pacing around the kitchen.

"Yes, that friend you always write about in your diary," Fred added, coming down the stairs and quoting, "Dear Diary: The other day she laughed at one of my jokes. I think I could live happily ever after just seeing her smile and..."

Completely red-faced, Ron threw a nearby wooden ladle at him, hitting him right on the head. Not far behind, Fred grabbed a nearby plastic cup, ready to throw it.

"Enough! Enough!" Molly demanded, stopping cooking, but everyone froze when they heard someone knocking on the door. "Behave yourselves," his mother instructed in a low, threatening voice before heading for the door. She shook her apron, smoothed her hair, and with her best smile, headed for the entrance.

You stood there, smiling and completely unaware of the war you'd interrupted with your arrival. The twins exchanged knowing glances as their brother stood transfixed, staring in your direction.

For his part, Ron thought you'd never looked so beautiful. A dress he'd never seen before and some makeup had completely disarmed him. His heart was pounding so hard he was afraid you could hear it even from so far away.

"Oh, dear," Mrs. Weasley greeted. "Come in, come in, make yourself at home."

"Good evening," you said as you entered.

"So you're Ron's famous friend." Fred flitted across the dining room to where you were standing, which annoyed Ron. "My brother can't stop talking about you, even more than the Chudley Cannons, which is quite an achievement. I'm Fred, by the way."

"Pleased to meet you," you replied in an amused tone, just as George caught up with you.

"Hey, friend of Ron's? That's a lovely smile you have, Ron doesn't do you justice in his diary." You looked at him blankly. Your panicked friend also crossed the room in a flash to drag you with him to the already set table. You smiled at Ginny on the way, who waved vaguely.

You took a seat at the table and tried to talk to Ron, when a new Weasley strode down the stairs.

"What's all the commotion?" Percy asked, not raising his voice too much but maintaining his usual critical tone.

"Percy, you're just in time to meet Ron's girlfriend," George joked.

"She's my friend," Ron repeated, his tone somewhere between pleading and exasperated.

Percy raised an eyebrow at you with his usual superior air before approaching your seat.

"A pleasure," he extended his hand. "Percy Weasley, Assistant to the Minister of Magic."

"Junior Assistant," Ginny clarified with a smile, earning a reproachful look from her brother.

"Nice to meet you," you replied with a friendly smile as you shook his hand.

"Are you interested in the world of politics?" he asked out of the blue.

"Uh... well, I'm not really familiar with it, to be honest..."

"Doesn't matter," he replied with a slight smirk. "Nor does Ron. But it doesn't stop him from loudly voicing his opinion at every meal."

"Percy!" Ron complained, while the twins laughed.

At that moment, the door opened again, revealing Arthur Weasley, carrying an old toolbox, his hair disheveled, and a few oil stains on his clothes and cheeks.

"The car's already fixed," he announced. "She gave me a good fight... What did I miss?"

"Nothing, Dad. Ron's friend is over for dinner," Ginny informed him.

Arthur's eyes fell on you for the first time.

"Oh, yes, Ron's friend! Welcome, dear!" He shook your hands warmly. "Ron's been asking for you to come to dinner all week; he was very excited," he commented casually.

"Thank you so much for having me. I was really looking forward to meeting you too."

"Lovely," Fred commented, looking directly at his brother, who could no longer hide the scarlet color in his cheeks.

Dinner was served calmly, and everyone took their places at the table. Mrs. Weasley's food was more delicious than you'd imagined, and you let her know, earning a smile from her.

"I'm so glad you came," Molly said delightedly. "It's always nice to have new faces at this table."

"I think you should come more often," George said in a cheerful tone, earning another glance from his brother, whose jaw was clenched. Ginny smiled at you from across the table, noting with some delight how her brothers surrounded you with questions and jokes.

"You're in the same year as Ron, aren't you?" Percy asked with genuine interest, gently placing his fork on his plate. "And are you already preparing for your O.W.L.s? They're crucial for your future. I remember getting an A in most of them. It was exhausting, but clearly worth it."

"Of course," you said honestly. "I'm not sure which path to take yet, so I'll try to take every subject. Professor McGonagall says I have a good chance."

"Hmm," Percy nodded, almost approving solemnly. "A prudent strategy. Although I must warn you, specializing early can make all the difference. I, for example, knew since fourth year that I wanted to get into the Ministry. So I focused my efforts on Charms, Transfiguration, and Muggle Studies, of course."

"Muggle Studies?" you asked in surprise.

"Of course. You can't understand how to influence them without knowing them first," he said, as if it were a grand revelation.

"Well, I don't think it's necessary. My parents aren't wizards," you shrugged.

Arthur, who was preoccupied with a gear and spring, looked up with interest.

"Oh, I had no idea your parents were Muggles... Do you know how electrical outlets work?"

"Dad, please don't," Ron pleaded.

"But it is fascinating!" Arthur replied, offended. "Electricity is a marvel. Those little holes in the wall do everything."

Dinner continued as normal, the Weasleys welcoming you with laughter and family anecdotes that made Ron blush even more (if that was possible). After several failed attempts to intervene, he gave up and remained mostly silent.

At dessert time, which you had brought from home, the twins announced they wanted to officially adopt you as a new member of the family, prompting another irritated grimace from Ron. Amid all the delightful bustle, your best friend seemed increasingly absorbed in his plate, barely taking a bite.

It was after clearing the table that he discreetly approached and asked you to step outside. You followed him outside, where the fresh air instantly gave you goosebumps. Without a word, Ron took off his coat and offered it to you. You smiled at him before accepting, but he just nodded for you to follow him.

You walked silently beside him for a few feet until you reached an old wooden fence where you leaned against it.

"What's wrong? You're so quiet... Did I do something wrong?" you asked, tilting your head.

Ron shook his head gently, smiling sadly.

"You couldn't do it wrong even if you wanted to," he said softly. "You're practically perfect."

"So?" You frowned, confused.

"It's just..." He paused for a long, awkward moment. "You're smart, funny, kind... And Fred and George have that idiotic sense of humor that girls love... And even Percy could seem smart if you got him on a good day."

"So what?"

He didn't answer, just avoided your gaze. You stood up from the fence so you could be facing him.

"Ron," you insisted gently. "Please, tell me what's wrong."

"Please don't fall in love with my brothers."

Your eyes widened in surprise, not knowing how to respond to his plea. You clutched the coat he'd lent you, which still held his scent. Unable to hold it back for a second longer, you leaned forward and gently placed a kiss on his lips.

Ron froze for a few seconds, staring at you blankly. You didn't dare smile, afraid of ruining your friendship. But when he finally reacted, he placed a hand on your cheek to pull you closer again.

Their lips met awkwardly, but then settled naturally. Your hands tangled in his hair, and somewhat shyly, he placed his hands on your waist, melting into that kiss you had both longed for. When you broke apart, his cheeks were still flushed, and you couldn't contain your smile.

"It was definitely a good idea to invite you to dinner," he confirmed, stealing a short kiss from you.

A murmur caught both of your attention. The kitchen window, misted by the faint heat inside, suddenly revealed several pairs of eyes peeking out brazenly. At once, the curtain moved sharply, but not quickly enough.

"Fred! I told you not to lean on me!"

"Stop pushing, Percy! I can't see either!"

"Shut up! They're going to hear us!"

"George, don't wipe your nose on my hair!"

Ron let out a sigh of frustration, half-resignation, while you couldn't contain your laughter, wrapping your arms around him in a warm hug. On the other side of the glass, a sharp thud followed by an "I told you he was going to fall!" confirmed that, indeed, Percy had ended up on the floor.

And although Ron protested under his breath, muttering about moving out on his own and never inviting you back, he hugged you tighter and let you rest your head on his shoulder as the two of you gazed out at the starry night sky above the Burrow.

[sammigrll]

ron eating pussy for the first time?

what you need | ron weasley x reader

|an: i missed writing lol and it’s hp season so i wanted to write for my man crush 4L since nobody writes enough abt him smh. also listened to what you need by the weeknd while writing this.

feel free to send me any ron or fred asks!

pure smut btw!

|w.c 1.1k

you’d been spending the last few weeks of summer at the burrow with the weasleys, just as tradition called for. except this year, you and ron had made things official between the two of you. ronald had always been your kryptonite. his pouty, pink lips, button nose, bright blue eyes, toned biceps, and thick thighs. now he was finally yours, yours to kiss, to hold, to fuck. to make feel good. 

 you were so worked up from earlier. watching ron and his older brothers joking around together, roughhousing around the burrow in his white wife beater and low-hung plaid pajama bottoms. all you could think about was how badly you wanted to rip them off of him. you felt yourself getting wetter and hotter as you watched him shove fred for a joke he had made about his love for his favorite quidditch team. 

ron had gotten so muscly this year; you wanted so badly to feel him roughhouse you, to throw you around, to overpower you with his strength as he pleasured you and— 

“what are you so deep in thought about, hm?” fred said as he collapsed on the couch next to you. 

“oh... nothing. where’s ron?” you'd said as you clenched your thighs together, upset as you noticed his presence was no longer there, no longer around for you to gawk at.

“your boyfriend went upstairs to get ready for bed, i reckon. it’s getting late; you might want to start heading up there too, don’t you think?” the older brother whispered in your ear; without hesitation, you stood up and made your way into ron’s room, knowing exactly what you wanted, what you needed. 

opening his door, you found ron sat on his bed, back against the headboard, tinkering with a trinket his brothers had given to him. you make eye contact as you swiftly shut the door behind you and make your way to your boyfriend. 

you reckon he’s felt the same way today too, as no words are exchanged between the two of you, yet the sexual tension hangs thick over the room. he looks up at you with those big, blue eyes, and you can feel the pulse of your heat as you grab his trinket from his hands and place it on his bedside table. 

he knows; he knows exactly what you want, what you need. he’s never done it before, but he’s never wanted to pleasure you so badly before. you look so sexy in your white, lacy tank top that hugs your curves in all the right ways and accentuates your breasts, the way your sleep shorts fit perfectly on your waist, the way that your long hair runs down your back, and the way that your skin glows with lust. lips pink and bitten raw and eyes lidded low, pupils dilated with want.

you pull one leg over his lap and straddle him as he wastes no time placing his hands on your hips to guide you there. you greet him with a warm, wet, and passionate kiss, pressing your hot pussy down onto his semi-hard cock.

he can feel the pulse of your pussy through your thin sleep shorts on his dick, groaning at the sensation. he realizes how worked up his poor girl has been all day; he knows exactly what his baby needs from him. 

you whimper and rut your clit against his hard cock as his large, calloused hands roam your hot body. he places his hand at the small of your back and flips the two of you over with your back against the mattress. 

“is this what you wanted, my love?” he says as he lowers himself face to face with your clothed cunt. 

you look down at him and nod slowly as you abuse your bottom lip with your teeth. ron understands how long you must’ve been waiting for this to be so dumb off the few moments of friction you shared. 

ron wastes no time sliding your shorts and panties off of your body in one fluid motion. you felt his large, calloused hands on your warm, sticky thighs, spreading your legs apart as he stared at your bare, wet pussy from between your legs with wide eyes. 

oh fuck 

he has no idea how to do this. 

“baby, do you need help?” you ask, staring down at him into his eyes as he slowly nods; he’s gotten shy and a little embarrassed that he took it this far without knowing what to do. but you feel the opposite; as a matter of fact, it kinda turns you on even more.

“don’t feel embarrassed, my love; just start with small licks, yeah? can you do that for me, ron?” you said to him, the tone of your voice, and the affection laced within your words makes his cock leak with anticipation as he begins to do exactly what you told him to. 

you feel ron’s warm, wet tongue softly lick a stripe along your clit, the feeling sending fireworks through your abdomen. you whimper as you throw your head back while he continues to lap at your clit with small, unsure motions.

you grip his head of hair, letting him know he’s doing everything right, encouraging him to venture out on his own and begin letting your moans dictate the way his tongue moves against your aching pussy. 

his tongue works magic on your pussy as he flattens his tongue out more, licking longer stripes along your folds and sucking on your clit as he reaches the top, his spit mixing with your juices and coating his chin as he sucks and laps at your cunt. 

it’s all too much as he messily and hungrily eats your pussy, the feeling of the wetness he created dripping down your cunt and thighs, the sounds of him slurping away at your clit, and the eye contact he’s making with you as he does so.

“ron, i can’t—i’m gonna cum. oh fuck,” you whisper shakily as you bite your bottom lip raw from muffling your own moans. one of your legs locking up and shaking from their position that he keeps them held up in the air.

without words, he takes it upon himself to lap at just your clit in a rapid, continuous motion that he thinks you seemingly enjoyed the most. this sends you over the edge completely. gripping at his hair tightly as you throw your head back into his pillow once more. 

assuming you’ve finished, by the way, your limbs went limp, he placed a final, lasting kiss on your clit before finding his way back up to face you as he placed another kiss on your warm, red lips. 

“did i do well?” he asked boastfully, a grin plastered across his face, assuming he already knows the answer to this question due to the state you’re in.

“mhmm…” was all you could muster up, as the kiss was all you needed to drift off into a satisfied sleep in your boyfriend's arms. 

[karlrincon]

Rest in peace to an absolute treasure, Dame Maggie Smith.

They’ve been reunited 🤍

[rjunhuang]

how the harry potter boys would react to you hooking up with someone else.

featuring: harry potter, ron weasley, draco malfoy, fred weasley, george weasley. part two.

warnings: lowercase intended. gender neutral reader. informal writing?? they're a bit toxic.

note: can you believe i wrote this in 2023? it was an unfinished draft featuring more characters. i might make a part two w them included. also i do NOT like draco lol so i'm a little biased when i write him. honestly send in some requests on what other prompts you'd like to see w them

divider by enchanthings | comments & reblogs are appreciated! <3

harry!  he'd highkey be so salty about it. at first, he's just completely off put and hurt by the thought of you going out with someone else. HE THOUGHT Y'ALL HAD SOMETHING GOING ON </3

his literal initial reaction would be, "oh.. montague, huh.. hm uh.." before walking away from the conversation all together.

if you're a dumbass, you'd assumed he's just incredibly awkward when it came to hearing about other people's relationships, but supportive nonetheless. oh, you're wrong though. he walked off because he had no idea whether to be angry at himself for not pulling any sooner or at you for choosing someone slimey as graham montague to swap spit with or maybe just montague himself.

the longer this fling lasted, the more comfortable harry would be about expressing his distaste on the whole relationship. he'd given you lectures about how you shouldn't like those type of slytherins. you'd probably lost track on how many times he had indirectly called montague ugly. 

he would visibly show attitude whenever montague interrupted a conversation between you two. eye rolled and scowled like crazy, but he doesn't want to step the line as he's just seen as a friend by you —

"hey, mate, can't you see i'm trying to have a chat with her?"

he'd have dreams about hexing the shit out of graham though. maybe he'd slyly done it in the middle of class when no one's looking too.

if you accuse harry of doing so, he'd simply just shrug, "don't look at me." but would add a silent, "he had it coming though." 

it's like a silent warfare between him and montague soon enough. both of them would be throwing attitude around when you're lowkey oblivious to it all. harry won, obviously, and this would be the breaking point - montague had enough of dealing with harry so he'd just ended things with you. of course, harry's going to comfort you if you do get sad about it —

"i just don't know why he'd do this out of nowhere." you sulk under the hold of harry, both sitting on an empty hallway's staircase. harry has his arm wrapped around you, rubbing your shoulder. "yeah, wonder why.."

he'd had a massive ego boost knowing he was the reason graham montague won't go near you anymore. literally would have to hide his smirk the entire time when comforting you. but he wouldn't be harry potter if he wasn't ending it with a snarky comment. he's not sure whether you'd slap or kiss him for it, but he surely wouldn't mind it being both.

once you and harry finally ended up together, the thought of montague wouldn't even cross his mind. he wouldn't care less about some random troll-looking fool. probably didn't even notice the dirty looks from montague because his eyes are on you. you had his undivided attention.

ron!  he'd thought it's some sick, twisted joke. you'd told him the news that you're hooking up with cormac and just watched ron's face morph from being mortified to plain old disgusted. regarding situations like these, i think ron is a bit emotionally immature so he definitely wouldn't react well.

it had been saturday morning and almost everyone fifth year and above were recovering from a wild friday night common room party. that was the first night you hooked up with mclaggen and this morning, on the way to the great hall, he had pulled you aside to suggest making it a common occurrence — "some fun, no need for any strings attached." were his words. you had brought this up in the table during breakfast when hermione pointed out your flushed expression. the news leaves everyone shocked, but most especially ron. hermione had opened her mouth to begin reasoning with you, "i don't thin—" "THAT'S DISGUSTING!" ron wouldn't even beat around the bush, cutting off hermione. his mouth would be full with scrambled eggs and toast since he had stopped bothering to chew the moment you mentioned the word 'hooked up'. you'd mutter back a petty, "bold coming from the git with his mouth full." obviously hurt by his words.

it only worsened from that point onwards. the beautiful friendship you had with ron would crumble in a matter of time. it's constant fights with you two, ron's almost waiting for a reason to scowl or scoff whenever you're around. good luck even mentioning cormac in front of him, he'd just burst. the jealousy was so undeniably obvious yet you'd be so caught up in the anger of all of it to even realise. had it been someone less athletic than cormac, ron would've jumped him the moment he found out. 

he'd be a petty little bitch but all the dramatics are to hide his insecurity. of course you'd chosen the conventionally attractive hunk over him. he'd be pretty rough on himself because of it; it's pure heartbreak for him. he'd never admit it but he's cried once or twice after storming off from a fight with you. 

the end of your friendship with him would be in a final argument. merlin knows how it started, you never do. but almost a month into your fling with mclaggen, you've grown tired of ron's immaturity. so this time, you ask him.

"why are you even so pressed about this?!" you'd shout to ron. to which he'd counter with, "because he's a dim-witted fool who's only going to hurt you!" the frustration was unbearable as you lick your dry lips, raking a hand through your messy locks. ron is standing opposite to you, chest heaving from the intensity of the situation, yet he shamelessly takes a glance at your lips. "then if you're such an expert at this, tell me who i deserve to be wit—" ron must have a knack for interrupting others because he pulls you into a kiss, frowning as he does so. it's his final desperation for you to just hear him out. and you do, you kiss back and you're hit with the original passion you've always felt for him that these fights had blinded from you.

it's the end of your friendship and the beginning of a romance.

draco!  draco's love language is definitely cliche bullying. without a doubt, he doesn't know how to show affection to anyone at all so you two would definitely be enemies of some sort. i think he'd lowkey be oblivious to the fact that he's straight up mean to you but you've literally had enough of it. you'd had a crush on him since your first year together probably and eventually you caught his eye as well — except for all the wrong reasons. he grew a knack for constantly belittling you in some kind of way even remotely possible to him. though, in his eyes, he always saw it as flirting and you being into all of it. you accepted the attention for what it was and grew to expect his taunts during classes. shamelessly, you did enjoy the fights the two of you shared. however, 'banter' could only last for so long and you eventually grew insecure of the words spat from malfoy. your friends encouraged you to move on and you finally decided to take their word. you supposed you had a type for slytherins, seeing how harper soon enough came into your life. he was a good distraction from malfoy to the point that even the (apparently natural) platinum blond took notice of your distancing. you stopped countering draco's remarks with snarky quips nor did you even bother to spare a glance at him anymore. draco hated the feeling he failed to recognise as heartbreak. he was so caught up in this feeling that he ordered crabbe and goyle to snoop around and find out what changed about your life. it didn't take much investigating to discover the budding romance between you and harper. draco was far more distraught than he thought he'd ever been about the news - but what malfoy's goons failed to communicate was that you and harper were barely anything serious. 

despite that, draco was consumed by emotion. his immediate reaction after his minions left his dorm room was to owl his father with a letter demanding to expel harper from hogwarts. lucius' response, though, was an eerily formal letter telling his pissbaby of a son to never waste his time with such nonsense again. in other words, his father had completely shrugged him off. thus, draco hopped onto the plan b — which was to gang up on harper with his goons. draco liked to claim no one is on his level enough to be his friend, however, he had grown to like harper before this situation arose. they both shared interests in quidditch and shaming others of their blood status. 

soon enough, he had been on harper's case, constantly mocking the other slytherin boy whenever draco found the chance. it was no secret draco had a superiority complex over the fact that harper was the reserve seeker on the slytherin quidditch team whilst draco himself was the main seeker — so this became draco's number one target towards harper.

"your girl couldn't get the real thing so she opted for the knock off instead, yeah?" draco would sneer, adrenaline pumping from the audience that had surrounded him as he insults harper. he tosses a few kicks at the fallen over boy before crabbe and goyle take over with more aggressive ones. he'd snicker at the sight of the dishevelled harper, adding one more comment before walking away, "don't worry, she'll be running back to me soon enough."

fred!  if you think fred weasley's demeanor would even remotely falter at the news of you hooking up with someone else, you are wrong. even the fact that the special guy was viktor fricking krum wouldn't be able to stop the ginger from continuing to shamelessly flirt with you. fred's mindset was the literal definition of 'never back down, never give up'. he was not going to let you go simply because krum was snogging you on the sides. 

it's lunchtime on a wednesday where majority of hogwarts is present in the great hall, along with the selected students of beauxbatons and durmstrang. you were seated next hermione granger at her designated house table, discussing the slight change in the structures of the upcoming exams. so deep in your conversation with the girl, you had somehow failed to notice the presence of the infamous weasley twins with lee jordan right by their side — obviously. fred is the one to interact with you the most whilst the other two gryffindor boys do their own thing. the older twin's hand is pressed down on the table, leaning his whole body weight against it as he hovers over you. you notice a peculiar shadow cast beside you and turn your right, immediately being greeted with a wickedly grinning weasley. you can't help but notice the veins and slight muscle peeking through his rolled up sleeve from his dominant arm being supported by his weight.  hermione, having read the room, turns around, joining a conversation with neville longbottom and ron weasley. "hey, love." fred spoke up, almost purposively being loud enough for others around to take a quick glance. you tense up at the publicly proclaimed nickname, and though you have heard it leave his mouth several times before, this time there is a bulgarian national quidditch player who might just overhear. it doesn't take more than a second for you to spot viktor, who's looking right to your direction, obviously having heard and seen fred. the muscle in krum's tense jaw twitches as he sharply watches the two of you, while on the other hand, fred's gaze on you hasn't budged. in fact, he lifts his left arm up, fixing the position of your head to face him with the grasp on your jaw. "eyes up here, angel." he instructs before going on a tangent about how professor sprout had seperated him and george during class.

to say viktor krum wasn't pleased with fred's public display of affection towards you would be an understatement. apparently in durmstrang, they do things a little differently — such as rounding up your friends and beating up whoever crosses them, rather than the usual duels at hogwarts. so the sight of a bloodied fred entering your dorm had you leaping to your feet to question and aid him. despite the cuts around his face, fred's cocky smile never left his face. clearly he didn't get krum's message, seeing how he took every opportunity to hold your waist as you wiped the cuts clean off his face. krum truly wasn't getting to him. merlin, he seriously enjoyed pissing the guy off.

or so you thought until you caught onto fred's sudden interest in constantly pranking krum and the durmstrang boys. at first you assumed this could be revenge for ganging up on fred, but then you watched the weasley during one of his quidditch practises. beaters already had such an aggressive role — yet in your handful of years knowing fred, you'd never seen him play this aggressive. it was honestly impressive really, how he managed to keep a cool demeanor until he, well, couldn't.

george!  george never could understand what had gotten into you to start hooking up with adrian fucking pucey. seriously, all george could think about was how closely pucey resembled to the troll his younger brother and friends fought during their second year. despite his thoughts, he never uttered a single word out loud. he was far from supportive of the relationship but he did his best to stay respectful — maybe you were in an 'i can fix him' phase. though george had no idea how anyone could remove the definite troll genes from the slytherin. 

so sure, george kept his mouth shut and a respective distance from the whole relationship ... wrong. oh, come on, there's always a twist with the weasley twins. see, whilst publicly he was an angel .. behind closed doors and alone with you was a whole other wizard. the guy knew if he were to harass pucey with his pranks and stand against him, you would only push the ginger away. he didn't even want to risk such a thing. yet, he still wanted to be close enough to remind you of how much he cared. solitary moments with you begun gentle — he didn't want to cross any line, but still needed to have some sort of idea of where exactly that line was. it wasn't out of the ordinary for just the two of you to hang out — you were best friends after all. however, the more days spent with you, the more flirtatious george grew to be around you.

what starts with light touches on your elbow, soon grows into the two of you laying on the common room couch together, your head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around you as he talks sweet nothings with you. it was the same old george before you met pucey — how can you ever walk away from this? almost having read the room, george's gaze flickers onto your lips, the talk from him slowly dying out despite the fact that he hadn't even completed his sentence yet. your brain grows fuzzy at the sight of george slowly leaning in, your own gaze fixated on his lips. it was unfortunate that adrian had to step into your common room during that tender moment, clearly in search of you. knowing him, he was in need of some snogging right now. the darkening look in his eyes as he spots the two of you clearly highlights his distaste towards the whole scene. he had practically marched over to the couch, grabbing george by the collar as he slams him onto the nearest wall. you have to admit, the height difference of the five foot nine pucey compared to george's six foot three makes the whole interaction look a lot more silly. "fuck you doin' with my girl, weasley?" snarls adrian, his irish accent thick with rage. yet george seems less than phased, his arms raised as a smirk grows onto his face. "if she was your girl, mate, she would have pulled away." george calmly adds, glancing at you behind pucey with the most flirtatious eyes known to wizard kind. you can't help but feel stunned at the look, almost melting. "want to be the judge of this, darling?"

[teddyniffler]

Friendship at Christmas.

[lihiominaa]

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets 2002, dir. Chris Columbus