weasley brothers when... you sleep in unexpectedly ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
mdni 18+ | divider by @rookthornesartistry
Bill: bill always woke up first. his mornings were his own, a cherished pocket of time he'd coveted growing up in a house full of miscreants.
but, he'd be lying if he said his favorite part of the morning wasn't when you came plodding down the stairs, bedraggled and snuffling for sustenance like a creature fresh out of hibernation. which should have happened by now, if his page count was any indication.
he glanced at the clock on the wall, sighed, and tucked his book under his arm. ventured through the house in search of you. he found you sprawled out in bed, the sheet pooled around your legs, one of his old t-shirts bunched at your ribs.
greedy thing. he sighed again. set his tea on the windowsill and folded himself into the too-small armchair beside the bed. he continued reading for a while, until the book dipped closer and closer to his chest, the words blurring together as his eyes drooped.
two hours later, he stirred when a weight settled on top of him. you—he realized—curling up into his lap and dragging the quilt over your bodies.
the chair groaned in protest. the king-sized bed sat rumpled and empty. your elbow dug into his liver.
he buried his nose into your hair and closed his eyes once more.
Charlie: charlie returned from his morning run to find you cocooned on his side of the bed, hair a wild spill across his pillow. he looked down at himself, half-dressed, sweaty, then back at you, snuggly, peaceful. a darling, vaguely croissant-shaped angel.
you’d kill him if he got into bed all sweaty. he'd die if he didn't crawl into your skin right that second. a borderline crisis before 8 a.m.
solution: speed shower. he'd taken so many frigid showers in wintery Romania, it was practically an art form. in-and-out before the tingling starts. but this was a new personal record. two minutes and sixteen seconds. he counted it down like a prison sentence.
once mostly dry, he flopped on top of you, burrowing into your neck through the layer of blankets. you grumbled about his wet hair, but kissed him anyway. he vowed to never go for a morning run ever again.
Percy: “are you sick?” his hand breached the gap in your covers to press against your forehead. icy fingers brushed along your cheek. “you feel a bit warm.”
you were still too asleep to respond. groaning in a way that, to him, sounded a lot like “fuck off”.
“do you need medicine? tea? i can call the physician right now—”
your snore interrupted him. he frowned. his findings were inconclusive without your input. he had a lot of ministry work to do this morning, but…
work can wait, he supposed.
he crawled into bed beside you. just to observe you, just for a little while, to make absolutely sure you weren't sick. studied the lengths of your breaths, the shade of your lips, anything that might indicate discomfort. but, even when he was satisfied that you weren't ill, just extra sleepy, he found he still couldn't tear himself away.
just a bit longer, to be sure.
Fred: it was fred's fault, really. he shouldn't be surprised you were still sleeping. he'd insisted you join him and his friends at the pub for a pint. said that it would be a chill evening, just a few beers and some laughs.
a few beers became a few shots became dancing on the bar became stumbling home on his arm, your heels and purse hooked over his shoulder.
ten hours later, propped up on his elbow against the mattress, he brushed a thumb along the gray smudges of makeup under your closed eyes, plucked a speck of glitter still clinging to your hair. he didn't remember there being glitter at the pub, but you always seemed to find it anyway.
he liked that about you. he liked everything about you.
despite his own throbbing head, he pushed himself out of bed and set to gathering some hangover supplies. you, poor thing, were going to need them.
George: george didn't really consider himself an artist. his talents began and ended with sketching prototypes and product designs. but sometimes, when no one was looking and inspiration struck, he would bring out his secret sketchbook. the one he kept hidden in a drawer by the bed.
the lines of your sleeping face took shape under his pencil. clumsy, a little out of proportion, but he didn't mind much. capturing your beauty was an impossibility, anyway. even with a camera, he'd never been able to immortalize the ethereal slope of your cupid's bow, or the darling wrinkle between your brow when you concentrate.
there was no lens or filter that could cast you in the same brilliance his heart did. it was a version of you only visible through his eyes.
but, that didn't stop him from trying, if only so he could remember this moment, how breathtaking you are in the late-morning sun, forever.
he filled one page with your likeness, then another, until his hand was cramping and you began to stir. maybe one day he'd show you, but for now, he was content to snuggle you to back to sleep, sketchbook tucked safely away for another seraphic moment.
Ron: woke up once when a particularly blinding streak of sunlight reflected off the glass of water on your bedside table and into his eyes. noticed you were still sound asleep beside him, a rare and precious miracle. duvet curled under your chin, soft little snores stirring the tendrils of hair that had escaped your sleep style. painfully sweet.
he was the richest man in the world.
he didn't even bother to check the time. just curled himself around you, arm slung over your waist to tug you closer.
did your sleepy, oblivious squirming go straight to his dick? maybe.
was he a gentleman and laid still so as not to poke you with it? mostly yes.
did he fall back asleep too quickly to actually do anything about it? definitely yes.
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader x George Weasley
Summary: Fred Weasley has always been lustfully in love with you. The problem? You had a boyfriend- his dear brother, George. But what happens when a complete misunderstanding gets taken too far and snowballs into a steamy affair in the Quidditch changing room?
The disgusting pet name and syrupy sweet sound of your voice had Fred gripping his broomstick handle in frustration.
“Thanks, babes.” George replies, leaning in to brush his nose against yours in a cutesy little eskimo kiss- something that everyone else would have found intimate and adorable from the cutest couple at Hogwarts. Fred, on the other hand, found it absolutely nauseating.
“My gorgeous good luck charm.” George adds, giving you a sweet peck on the lips as his brother stood beside you both, rolling his eyes.
“Alright, you two, get on with it, then! It’s not like we have a match to play or anything.”
“Shut it, Fred.” George retorts, not even paying enough attention to look at him “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, mate.”
“Yeah, alright then.” Fred grumbles “When you two gits are done sucking each other’s faces off, I’ll be on the pitch warming up.”
You and George hadn’t even bothered to look at him while Fred stormed off in annoyance. He hated you two together. He hated every little thing about it. The thing that he hated the most? That George was right. He was jealous- sickeningly so.
Fred Weasley would never admit it in a million years but he was in love with you. Desperately, breathtakingly in love- always had been. Which is why it came to him as such a shock when he had found out three months ago that you fancied George- his own brother. Devastated wasn’t even close to describing what it was that he was feeling. He was crushed.
Now here he was- forced to watch his brother snog his dream girl right in front of his face every single day. What a bloody nightmare.
George was his best friend, his confidante, and his partner in mischief and crime. Fred knew that he should be happy for him- but he couldn’t be. He just fucking couldn’t. Not when you looked the way that you did and you were as sweet as you were. How is it that George was the Weasley that you chose? Over him? Fred was a disaster just thinking about it.
He hated that his brother had something that he couldn’t have. Something that he wanted so desperately. It made his blood boil. Seeing George kiss you made him rage with jealousy. He couldn’t stand it. Never in a million centuries would he have ever expected for himself and his twin to be in love with the same girl- which is what made the betrayal sting even worse.
He shouldn’t be mad at George. It wasn’t George’s fault that he had fallen for you. But he couldn’t help but want to drive George through a wall whenever he walked in on the two of you making out heavily in the common room- George’s large hands grabbing and squeezing your boobs underneath the fabric of your sweaters. The sweet little moans that left your lips whenever George attacked your neck with hurried kisses. Sounds that Fred knew that he’d never be able to pull from you because you weren’t his. You belonged to his brother. Even though Fred believed vehemently that you belonged with him.
As Fred walked off, he looked over his shoulder to check to see if George was following. Instead, he caught George’s body pressing you against the door of the Quidditch changing room as his hands snaked down to your ass, cupping it possessively as you squeaked in pleasure. Fred’s manhood betrays him by stirring beneath the pants of his Quidditch uniform. Godric, how he wished it was him practically defiling you like that. Taking you in his hands however he saw fit.
The jersey didn’t make it any better. Displayed across your back was his last name. Weasley 05. George’s number. The wrong number. The wrong Weasley. You should be wearing his number. You should be giving him good luck kisses outside of the locker rooms before a match. You should be the one giving him steamy hot victory sex when he inevitably stole the game and secured his team a win. But no. It was George.
George, George, bloody stupid George.
Fred angrily makes it to the edge of the field, setting down his Cleansweep Eleven as he began to do his warmups, getting down onto the pitch to begin push-ups. Alicia Spinnet approaches Fred once he was two sets in.
“Oi! Where’s George?” She asks, looking around for his twin “We need to go over the strategies before the match.”
Fred finishes his push-ups before answering, pushing himself into a kneeling position. “Probably in-between his girlfriend’s legs like always.” He snaps.
“Not this again.” Alicia tsks, rolling her eyes “Fred, why don’t you stop being an absolute brute and talk to your brother, for Merlin’s sake? Just because he’s spending more time with his girlfriend doesn’t mean-“
“That’s not what this is about!” Fred snaps back, his heart racing. She didn’t get it. Nobody fucking did. This wasn’t about spending less time with George. It was about George spending time with you.
“Then what is it about?” Alicia asks.
“Nothing.” Fred grumbles bitterly “Just forget it.”
“Okay then.” Alicia raises an eyebrow “Whatever.”
Just as Alicia turns on her heels, she spots George walking over to meet them. “Well, finally.” She sasses, crossing her arms “Quite nice of you to show up.”
“Sorry!” George apologizes, stopping in front of Fred and Alicia “Had some trouble with my shin guards.” He lies, causing Fred to roll his eyes again.
“Is that right?” Alicia smirks, taking in the state of George “Might want to wipe the lip gloss off your face there, lover boy. Unless you plan on snogging our opponents.”
George’s left hand immediately flies up to clean the remnants of your kisses off of his face. Meanwhile, Fred was thinking about how grateful his git of a brother should be to be able to even taste your cherry gloss flavored lips. Stupid, lucky bastard.
As if on cue, you saunter past on the edge of the pitch, headed towards the Gryffindor bleachers to find a seat.
“Good luck, Alicia!” You bellow “Give ‘em hell!”
Alicia looks over at you on the edge of the field and waves “You know it!” She yells back.
You spot Fred standing there beside George and Alicia, stiff and cold in comparison.“Good luck to you too, Fred!” You shout. Fred didn’t know how to react so he just froze.
“Oi! Be nice and wave back, yeah? She’s trying with you, you know.” George huffs “Least you can do is be nice back.”
George always just assumed that Fred’s lack of communication with you was because he didn’t like you. Which couldn’t be farther from the truth. He more than liked you- he wanted you. Dreamt of you, even, and all of the downright filthy ways that he’d never be able to have you.
Fred raises his arm up to wave at you but it was too late, you had already turned and started walking to the bleachers. A pang of guilt came over him knowing that he possibly made you feel as though he didn’t like you. He just couldn’t help but play cold and indifferent when it came to you. Letting himself interact with you in any way else would just make it harder for him to attempt to get over the hard swallowed pill of you and George being together.
“Sweet girl you’ve got there, George.” Alicia compliments, nodding approvingly “Now, if only she could get you to arrive to your matches on time.”
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The match was played and won. With Alicia, Katie, and Angelina scoring as if they were on fire the entire match- proving to Hogwarts exactly why they were called the Chaser Dream Team. Harry had caught the golden snitch only a mere thirty minutes into the match, securing the team 150 points all thanks to Fred and George keeping the bludgers at bay with the constant fast cracks of their bats. The crowd was absolutely wild.
You were cheering proudly in the stands, blowing kisses for good luck at George as he zoomed through the air on his broomstick, showing off to everyone just how great he was- why you were so proud that he was your man.
When Lee Jordan announced that Gryffindor had taken home the win, you were ecstatic- ready to fly out of the bleachers and into your boyfriend’s arms. You were eager to reward him with rounds and rounds of kisses, wanting to smother him in love until he was practically suffocating and begging you to stop.
“Victory party at Three Broomsticks tonight?” Parvati Patil asks, grabbing your arm before you left the bleachers.
“Of course!” You say “George and I will be there.”
“Good!” She replies “Give that boy of yours a kiss from us Gryffindor girls, yeah? The cup is practically ours if they keep playing like this!”
“Trust me,” you giggle “I’m going to do more than just kiss him.”
You wink at Parvati as you begin exiting the bleachers, your eyes peeled just in case you spot your boyfriend on your way back to the castle.
It took you longer than expected to make your way back into Hogwarts with all of your fellow classmates stopping you so that you could accept their compliments on behalf of George. With every “Thank you” that you muttered in response, you grew more and more antsy to finally just be in George’s strong arms- your sexy Quidditch victor.
When you finally made it outside of the Quidditch changing rooms, you could see the girls walking out- their gym bags of Quidditch gear slung over their shoulders. “Great match, girls!” You congratulate, waving at them as they pass. At that moment, you see Harry emerging from the boy’s Quidditch changing room- his hair wet from the shower.
“Congratulations, Harry.” You smile, complimenting him on bringing home the match. “You haven’t happened to see George, have you?” You ask.
“Thanks.” Harry nods, accepting your congratulations. “I think George is still inside getting changed.” Harry jabs his thumb in the direction of the changing room door behind him. “We were the last two left.”
As soon as Harry mentioned it, a devilish idea popped to your head. “Is there anyone else in there?” You ask. Harry shakes his head.
“Just George.” He replies, too naive to wonder why you needed further clarification. “Are you both coming to The Three Broomsticks to celebrate?”
“Oh, yeah,” You confirm “We wouldn’t miss it.”
“Great!” Harry says “I’ll see you both there then.”
He hikes his gym bag onto his shoulder and waves goodbye before setting off down the hallway. Now it was only you left in the empty halls- and George all alone in the changing room. Unexpectedly waiting for you to make your move on him.
Once Harry disappears, you turn to the changing room door, pulling it open to sneak inside- making sure to pull out your wand and cast colloportus to lock it behind you. After putting your wand back into your pocket, you notice the smell of various different men’s cologne wafting through the air. A much more pleasant smell than you had expected to hit you in a boy’s changing room.
You travel deeper into the room, searching around for George, expecting to see him in front one of the lockers. The thick humidity of shower steam poured out from a closed off corner of the changing room, giving you a clue as to where he may be- the sound of running water hitting tile floor in a serene pitter-pattering echo.
You approach the area of the room, peeking your head around the corner to find a tiny tiled room that housed no more than four shower stations. In the far right corner of the room, you had found him standing in one of the stalls, the shower curtain left completely open- and, holy Merlin, was it a sight to see.
There he was, standing there with his back facing you, giving you a rather glorious view of his firm backside and the delicious way that his strong, back muscles and biceps flexed as he lathered himself in soap. The sight was sinful at best, immediately getting you worked up- causing your core to react.
The sight of George’s wet ginger locks made you grow even needier, the water running down his back as his hands met his member- cupping himself hungrily without any idea that you were watching him.
Your thighs press together needily as you watch him like a fly on the wall as he begins to stroke himself sexily, causing your panties to grow wet in arousal. His sudden need to touch himself made it almost unbelievable to you that he didn’t know that you were watching. Especially when he threw his head back in pleasure, letting the water shower over his chest sensually.
You watch him with a heavy gaze as he begins to pick up the pace on himself, groaning as he works himself tantalizingly with his hand. Those large hands of his. Hands that you suddenly desired to have on you- to have in you, making you fall apart gloriously onto his fingers.
You bite your lip desperately as you listen to the melodic sounds of his pants and groans. You suddenly feel too hot in his Quidditch jersey, taking it off and letting it fall onto the floor beside you- leaving you topless, having foregone a bra that morning.
Your nipples harden at the sudden exposure of humid air, leaving you with the desire to grab them in your own hands- wanting to mimic the way that George grabs a handful of your tits, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over your perky nipples.
“Fuck…” George breathes, and you’re shocked by the sudden call of your name that followed after, fixing your eyes back onto George as he strokes himself harder, faster- more passionately. Just when you thought you couldn’t be wetter, your sex drive peaks- causing you to become practically feral at George’s accidental admission that he was thinking about you, stroking himself hungrily to thoughts of you.
You knew that you had to do something. For George’s sake and yours. You unbutton your jeans, still watching George’s every move and you bend over to slide them down your legs, stepping out of them and letting them pool onto the floor. Next to go were your soaked panties, drenched in your arousal and readiness for George to delve inside of you- hitting every little bundle of nerves that had your toes curling in ecstasy.
You don’t even waste time touching yourself, knowing that you were more than ready for him- practically dripping the longer you watched and waited for him to give you what you needed. Him. His body, his touch, his cock, his absolute love and attention.
You saunter over, your eyes full of lust and desire as he continues to pump himself- seeming to get himself closer and closer to his release. You didn’t want that to happen. Not without you having your way with him first before spilling his seed into you.
When you finally reach him, you gently run your fingertips along his spine, causing him to startle a bit.
He peeks over his shoulder, gasping out your name in surprise before you shush him. “What-“
“Shh.” You whisper seductively, encircling your arms around his waist and pressing your bare chest to his back to prevent him from turning around to face you. “Just relax. Don’t want anyone to find us in here, yeah?”
You press feather-light kisses to his back as your hands travel up his torso, caressing his toned and chiseled chest from all his hard work on the Quidditch pitch. “Gonna let me take care of you?” You whisper.
“Fuck…” he rasps, nodding his head in approval as one of your hands travel back down his chest until you reach his rock hard member, grasping him possessively as you begin to stroke him.
As you gripped him in your hand, you felt something entirely different than what you were used to. George felt….different. Not in a bad way. Just not entirely the way that you remembered. Leaner, slightly thicker- with a slight curve to his length. You didn’t know if your mind was playing tricks on you or if you were just so turned on that you were experiencing everything in an even more heightened intensity than ever before. Maybe you just hadn’t noticed it to this degree before. You decided to put it out of your mind, letting yourself focus on your man.
“You’re so hard.” You tease “All this from thinking about me?”
“Merlin’s fucking beard…” he groans, his body straining to face you but it only made you grip him even more firmly- wanting to keep him right where you wanted him.
“No touching.” You purr “Not yet. Wanna touch you for a little longer. Please?”
He felt like he was going to melt right then and there. He couldn’t believe this was happening. After all this time thinking about you, pining after you, lusting- you were naked and pressed up against him. All he could think about was gaining control and pressing you up against the shower stall, ramming into you hard enough to finally release all of the pent up sexual frustration that he held inside.
“Mmm…” He groans “You finally gonna let me have you then? Right here? Where anyone could find us?”
“Mhm.” You whisper slowly and seductively, removing your hand from his chest to reach up and running your fingers through the ginger locks at the nape of his neck. “I’ll let you have me any way you want.”
The next sound he made was a hungry, guttural growl- animalistic even. You had never heard George like this and it really fucking turned you on. “Be careful what you say, love.” He replies, his voice low and dark “Unless you want to be screaming my name next.”
“Make me then.” You hiss, tugging his hair roughly as a challenge. You didn’t realize how far you took it until you were suddenly spun around, your back hitting the tiled wall as his lips attached to yours in a rough bruising kiss, practically knocking the wind out of you as he made out with you in a way that he never had before.
You were transported to somewhere else entirely as you let him explore your mouth with his tongue, one hand gripping the back of your neck to kiss you harder while the other grabbed one of your tits, massaging it in a way that drove you mad and had you moaning into his kiss. You felt him smile against your lips before biting at your bottom lip. “You like that, yeah?” He drawls, beginning to kiss the edge of your lips, your cheek- all the way over until he attached his lips to your neck.
You gasped as he began to suck on your sweet spot right below your jaw, causing him to chuckle darkly- loving the reactions that he was getting from you. Sweeter, needier gasps and moans than the ones that he had heard tumbling from your lips when his brother would make out with you. The thought of him pleasing you more than George only fueled his obsession with getting you off.
Getting you off was all he could think about now. Not potentially getting caught with you like this, not the after-match party at Three Broomsticks that he was surely running late for, not even the fact that he was on the verge of betraying his brother by fucking you senseless in the showers. All he wanted to think about was making you cum over and over and over again until you collapsed in exhaustion.
“You sure you want this?” He whispers in your ear, the heat of his breath sending a shiver down your spine. “Once I start, we can’t go back.” There was nothing that you wanted more. You nod breathlessly, arching your back to press your tits against his chest. “I wanna hear you say it. I need to know that you’re sure.” He replies.
This was something that you had never heard come out of George’s mouth. You were his girlfriend. Of course you were sure. You found it quite peculiar for him to say but chalked it up as him wanting your consent to be rougher than he usually was. A detour from the gentle, loving touches that he gave you when you both made love. This was entirely different for George. Unexpected. This time, he wanted to fuck you.
“Yes,” you whisper “I’m sure. Fuck me, please.”
“Alright,” he says, his voice husky with want “Since you asked oh so nicely.”
The next thing you knew, his hands were between your thighs- the tip of his middle finger pressed harshly against your sensitive clit as he begins rubbing against you.
“Holy shit!” You gasp as he plays with your bundle of nerves, applying just the right amount of pressure to have you squirming against him as his face is buried in your neck, continuing to suck and nip at you.
“Feel alright?” He mumbles, biting at your earlobe which causes your breath to catch.
“More.” You moan “Give me more, please.”
“More? Such a needy girl.” He tsks “Not satisfied?”
“Please.” You plead, arching at the slight amount of increased pressure that he added.
“So greedy. Wanting the both of us like this. What would my brother think, hm?”
“Brother?” Your eyes fly open “What about your brother?”
“Don’t you think he’d be jealous seeing us like this?” He asks, still kissing your neck.
“Huh? Wait-“ You say, grabbing his forearm to still his actions “Why would Fred care about you fucking me right now?”
“Fred?” His body suddenly stiffens against yours, his kisses completely stopping.
“What?” You ask, becoming anxious at his sudden shift in body language.
“Darling...You know that I’m Fred, right?….”
The realization hits you like a ton of bricks. The slightly different tone of voice, the sudden roughness with you that you weren’t used to, the way that he felt different in your hands, him asking you how his brother would feel. Holy fucking shit.
“Oh my god!” You scream, hastily pushing Fred’s naked body off of you “What the fuck, Fred!? Is this some kind of sick joke?!”
“Joke?” Fred ask incredulously “Oi! Don’t forget who came in here and jumped on me.”
“Because I thought you were George!” You panic “Oh my god! George….”
“Oh please, woman!” Fred exclaims “You mean to tell me that the entire time we were going at it, you had no idea what I wasn’t George?”
“No!” You answer “Harry told me that George was in here alone. I just assumed that you were George. I wasn’t exactly looking at you, was it? Oh my god, what am I going to do? George can’t find out about this. What are we going to do, Fred?”
Fred says your name, looking you up and down as you panic beside him in the shower stall “I can’t exactly think straight when you’re standing next to me naked right now.”
“Merlin!” You shriek, finally remembering that you were nude. You immediately try to cover yourself with your hands, completely embarrassed and self-conscious about how exposed you were in front of your boyfriend’s twin. “Don’t look!”
Fred smirks, not bothering to obey as he looks you up and down once more. “No point in covering up now, love. It’s burned into my memory.”
“Fred!” You yell, your body filled with anxiety as you keep trying to cover yourself. While Fred wanted to continue seeing you exposed and in the buff, he knew it wouldn’t be the right thing. He leans out of the shower stall, feeling around the wall until his hands come in contact with the soft material of his towel. He yanks it off the hook and turns towards you, wrapping you in it to preserve your modesty.
“Here.” He says, bundling you up “Better?”
You would be lying if you were to say that Fred’s selfless gesture didn’t turn you on a bit- his protectiveness of you in that moment making you weak in the knees.
No. You shake your head. This was your boyfriend’s brother that you were thinking about! His twin, at that! You could not be thinking this way!
“You get out first and get dressed.” Fred offers “I’ll come out when you’re done. I won’t look. Promise.”
You immediately hop out of the shower, leaving Fred behind as he quickly closes the shower curtain for privacy. In the pit of your stomach, you felt a pang of disappointment. You didn’t even get to take one last peek at him, curiously wanting to see how his member differed visually from George’s.
You quickly correct your thoughts. You could not be thinking about this. There was no way that you could be lusting after Fred right now. Not when you were dating George. George was the one you were dating. George was the one you were attracted to. The one you love.
You try to sort out your head as you hastily redress yourself. George couldn’t know about this- even if it were a complete accident. It would crush him. He wouldn’t forgive you. How stupid could you be to not recognize immediately that it wasn’t George that you were about to have sex with?
Fred’s voice calls out your name from behind the shower curtain.
“Yes?” You squeak, completely bashful and embarrassed.
“Are you done yet? I’ve only brought one towel.”
“Right!” You shake your head “Sorry!”
You finish dressing before bringing Fred the towel, parting the shower curtain ever-so-slightly to hand it to him.
“Thanks, love.”
Love. You hated that hearing him call you love made something stir deep within you- lust, longing, desire. Something that wasn’t there before.
You watch as Fred emerges from the shower stall, towel wrapped around his waist as water droplets cascade down his toned body. His short, ginger hair appeared darker due to it being wet and all you could suddenly think about was how you had tugged on it in the shower only moments ago- how he growled hungrily.
“I won’t say anything.”
Your attention was right back on Fred and no longer on the very evident bulge beneath his towel.
“What?” You ask, too distracted to catch what he had been saying.
“George.” He clarifies “I won’t tell George what happened.”
You were taken aback by this. You knew that Fred and George were two halves of one whole. They shared everything together. They didn’t keep secrets. Yet, Fred was promising to keep this one from his brother- just for you.
“You’d really do that?” You ask, holding your breath. Fred looks at you and nods once before averting his gaze from meeting your eyes.
“Yeah.” He replies “For George. I couldn’t face him if he knew that I…that we…”
“You don’t have to say it.” You answer, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.
“I couldn’t see him like that knowing how much he cares for you. No matter how badly I want you too.” Fred looks up at you again with hunger in his eyes. Your breath catches, watching him watch you with such an insatiable desire.
Without warning, Fred walks towards you- standing so close to you that you could surely hear each other’s rapid heartbeats.
“I know you’re Georgie’s girl,” Fred whispers, reaching up to fiddle with the collar of George’s Quidditch jersey- his fingers ghosting over your collarbone “But if you ever find yourself getting bored of the same old lovemaking and want to be fucked nice and proper, you know where to find me.”
The admission sends you reeling, your eyes widening as your mouth becomes dry- making it impossible for you to speak. Fred looks at you with a mischievous glint in his brown eyes, his lips quirking up into a devilish smirk. He gives you a parting wink, looking you up and down before turning and walking past you- towel still wrapped around his waist.
He didn’t bother to look back at you as he left you standing in the humid tiled room all alone, thinking of the weight of all that he had said. He knew that things with you weren’t over. Oh no, they were far from over.
summary: during your trip to hogsmeade, you decide to pop into the famous honeydukes for some sweets. who would’ve guessed that your best friend would find the sight of you with a lollipop so enticing?
a/n: for all my fred lovers out here!! let us all indulge in some sweetness <3 and dick
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The atmosphere inside of Honeydukes was everything you could expect from this time of year – despite it only being the beginning of December, the students already started feeling the holiday spirit. The shop was filled to the brim with what felt like the entire Hogwarts, from rowdy squealing first-years to the seventh-years who still had a soft spot for sweets despite pretending to be too cool for that. Hogsmeade residents groaned and huffed, trying to squeeze between the buzzing bodies, irritated beyond belief about Hogwarts students flooding the village once again.
You were standing next to the shelf filled with different lollipops, absently browsing, because you already had one in your mouth – a long green stick flavored apple and cinnamon, just right for the Christmas atmosphere filling the space around you. Your mind was drifting, and you didn’t even notice someone approach before a pair of strong, long arms wrapped around your shoulders from behind, encircling your entire form.
“Merlin!” you exclaimed, immediately knowing who that was – you could almost feel the cheeky grin against the back of your head.
“Just Fred would do.”
His voice was just as cheeky as his smile when he pulled away a bit, easily turning you around to face him. You were ready to retort with a snarky remark, as you usually would, but something stopped you, something that was as familiar as it was unexpected – the look in Fred’s eyes. The way they weren’t looking into yours at all. The way they were fixed firmly on your lips, currently wrapped around the tip of the green lollipop.
“Mhm,” you hummed to yourself, tilting your head to the side a bit as you took in the situation. You felt like you could read your best friend’s thoughts in real time, as if they were being broadcasted in a running line right across his face. And you didn’t mind the implication. Not at all.
“I see you’re being smart right now,” Fred made a remark, the grin on his face turning into an understanding smirk. He wasn’t shy about his obvious desire, on the contrary, he wanted you to see it. He also knew that you, being a good little friend, wouldn’t say no – you would even encourage it, being the tease that you always were next to him.
You chuckled, deliberately sucking on the lollipop this time, the wet sound of the candy going in and out of your mouth filling the close proximity between your faces.
“You wanted something?” you asked, pretending to be clueless, even though you knew you weren’t going to keep the act up for long – Fred had this effect on you that seemed to mirror your own on him, and his playful yet undeniably hungry gaze was doing wonders to warm up the space between your legs right now.
“Oh, come on, hun.” Fred rolled his eyes, an amused chuckle escaping him. “We both know exactly what I want. And, may I add, what you want as well.”
It was your turn to play annoyed, because he was, of course, as right as always; over the years of friendship as close as the one you shared, he learned to read you like an open book that he didn’t even have to open – it laid exposed right in front of him.
“Where?” was your only question, your eyes briefly darting around the stuffy, crowded room of Honeydukes. Fred followed your gaze, biting the inside of his cheek as he thought of a solution. A moment later, a smirk grazed his lips again as his eyes fell somewhere behind you.
Without another word, he grabbed your hand and started leading you away from the shelves, shamelessly pushing through the endless number of students blocking your way – he was too damn impatient. Your steps stuttered after his long ones, your fingers gripping the lollipop stick so that it wouldn’t fall to the floor – you had plans for the candy, after all.
The tiny space Fred squeezed you into looked like some kind of a utility room, but the lack of space was the last thing on your mind at the moment – not like you’d need much of it anyway. Once the door was locked thanks to him casting a spell, Fred leaned against the wall, looking at you expectantly; as much as he liked enjoying you and your body to the fullest, now was not the place or time. You instantly understood him – and you didn’t protest. Sinking down to your knees, you ran a hand over his thigh, ending up right on the straining bulge between his legs. Fred groaned, his mouth parted as he looked down, catching the sight of your face right next to his already aching cock, your lips wrapped seductively around the lollipop.
“Gonna be a good girl, huh?” he murmured, his voice breathless yet still containing the playfulness that never seemed to leave it even for a moment. “Come on, love.” He gently nudged your head closer to his crotch, and you followed his touch, nuzzling your face against his clothed length, feeling how hard and ready he was, all for you.
Your hand swiftly moved to unzip his trousers, pulling them down along with his boxers just enough to free his member. It sprung free from the confines, immediately staining the hem of Fred’s jumper with precum, which made you chuckle at his eager state. The lollipop left your mouth with a pop, and the hand holding it wrapped around the base of Fred’s cock, holding the candy right next to it. Fred raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting this particular direction, but the words died in his throat when you took him in your mouth, your tongue swirling around his tip and the tip of the lollipop at the same time.
“I knew you were a little freak, love, but this…” He was cut off by his own moan when he felt the pressure of the candy against his dick as both were suddenly shoved into your mouth. “…Shit!”
He had to muffle himself with the sleeve of his jumper, because the way you made him feel threatened to expose you to everyone currently swirling around the Honeydukes shop. You hummed around him, feeling your lips stretch at the corners from the lollipop significantly adding to his thickness. The saltiness of his precum mixed with the sugary sweet taste of candy, creating a completely new yet strangely welcome sensation.
You started bobbing your head up and down, only able to take half of Fred’s cock due to the lollipop being in the way. Fred didn’t seem to mind – the added pressure of the candy seemed to make up for the lack of your usual technique. You pulled away for a moment to drag your tongue from the base to his tip again, slurping up the sticky, sweet and salty liquid that was formed by your saliva. You spat some of it back into his cock and the lollipop, lowering your head once again to continue the job.
“Making a mess of me, huh?” Fred moaned out, glancing down and seeing drool running down your chin, slimy strings dripping down onto the floor underneath you. “Such a good girl, love. Such a good fucking girl.”
His praise encouraged you to increase your pace, your head moving even more enthusiastically. You could feel a generous amount of liquid filling your throat, making you gag a bit as the sweetness of the lollipop tickled your glands, but it didn’t make you stop at all. You knew Fred was close – from your position on your knees, you could see the way his eyes fluttered close every so often, the way his chest heaved deeper and faster than usual. Your tongue swirled around the tips again, your cheeks hollowing out as you sucked them in, creating more friction between the sensitive flesh and the hard, sticky surface of the candy. Fred’s hand gripped your hair without actually moving your head – he just needed something to hold onto.
“Fuck, love,” he raggedly breathed out as his cock ended up pressed between the inside of your cheek and the lollipop once again. “Gonna– F-fuck!”
He didn’t have time to warn you; you felt his length twitch in your mouth as the hotness of his cum hit the back of your throat, mixing with the saliva gathered there and making you gag again. Your lips trembled a bit around him as you swallowed, slowly lapping up the remnants of his release and the significantly thinned out candy. Fred’s head fell back against the wall, and he let out a breathless chuckle, his eyes darting down to your wet, fucked out face.
“Gonna have to get you some more of those, yeah?” he murmured, taking the lollipop out of your mouth and placing it in his, a teasing smirk appearing on his lips. You scoffed in response, giving his thigh a light smack. You knew he liked what had just happened, though, and you didn’t mind giving him another sticky treat.
|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.
summary: the summer break has distanced you enough for you to belive george is over you. turns out, the lover boy thinks otherwise, so now he has to get you back. and he has help with his plans - or backup plans.
fluff
First day of school is already hard enough. New faces, new classes. But not having George by your side is an added torture. He was the one you could count on when you felt alone.
But, now, as thousands of teenagers pass you by, excited to see the dining hall again, your chest hurts because he isn't here with you.
He hasn't been during the whole summer.
Your hand instinctively flies to your heart as you watch the students walk. You try not to, but you expect to find him among them. One by one they pass, but you don't see his face.
Until you do.
Well, not exactly.
Fred waves his hand enthusiastically when he spots you. You blink in surprise, but still wave back. He has grown even taller.
You flinch at the thought of stomaching an even taller George. Hard it is how handsome he is, but God don't make'im taller.
Fred pulls you in for a hug, then smiles a dazzling smile. "Hi there, lady lady. Where'd you put Georgie?"
You blink.
"Oh, sorry." He covers his mouth. "How's your summer been?" He corrects, as if your surprise is because of his bad social manners.
"No? That's not the right question?" he asks with a frown.
You finally bring yourself to speak. "No, it's not. Because I'm the one asking questions. Where is your brother?"
His frown deepens. "I thought you'd seen him by now. He went looking for you this night. Hell, he didn't let me sleep cause he was getting bloody ready for you. Took him, what, five hours to deem himself presentable."
You say nothing and he eyes you with suspicion. "Wait, you are mad," he states, talking to himself.
"Yes, I am," you nonetheless confirm with a sneer.
"Uuuh. Bad business. Did my brother do something bad? Do you want me to punch him?"
You can't help but chuckle. "No, and yes." Then you breathe in and face him. "Where have you been the whole summer?" And by you, you mean both of them.
"Oh, family trip. It was torture. Dad wanted us to reconnect with nature. So he rented the most remote house in the northern lands. Thought George would've told you."
"He said something about a trip. But he also said he'd write."
Fred's eyes soften. "Oh. I see why you are mad now."
You hum sarcastically.
"But... agh. Oh. George george. Now I understand why he was the whole summer having the hump," he laughs. You glare at him, and he puts his hands up. "Mom grounded us. No correspondence for two months."
Your eyebrows rise.
"What?"
He nods. "Yes. But I thought he said he had found a way of getting to you. "
"No, he did not."
Then a voice behind you: "I tried."
You turn in an instant.
George.
The sight of him is like a punch in the stomach. You fight for air.
He sends his brother away with a hand and a weird signal. Then, he meets your eyes and bites his lip. "I really tried."
You avoid his puppy eyes and remind yourself you are mad.
"Not enough," you bark. "You could've... I don't know! Sent an owl?"
He blinks, looking down at his feet. "We didn't bring one."
"I thought you..." You can feel tears welling in your eyes as you speak. "I thought you didn't want me anymore."
You feel his hand immediately holding your wrist. "How could you think that?" He seems almost offended.
"I had no news of you the whole summer! And I had no idea where you were!" Your voice breaks.
He starts rubbing reassuring circles on your hand. Then holds your other hand when it begins trembling.
"Sweetheart, I am so sorry. You don't know how. It was a torture of a summer... thinking you knew nothing of me. Knowing nothing of you. That's why I went looking for you first thing this night, when we arrived."
He takes a ragged breath. "But... I took the car to get faster. And it broke down. So I didn't get there on time."
You immediately feel a sense of dread. If anything had happened to him... Then you feel like scolding him about flying the car. Again.
"I know," he chuckles. "I'm a proper idiot."
"And you are late," you smile, despite yourself.
His lips twitch to the side. "But... am I too late?"
You look around, trying to suppress the beam on your face. Both for the relief of knowing he still wants you, and for the handsome boy in front of you, smiling his most beautiful smile.
"That's a no, isn't it?" He laughs.
You glare at him, and he holds his hands up.
"You look beautiful pretending that you are mad at me."
At that, you break. "Shut up," you whisper before you get on your tiptoes and look up to kiss him.
You can feel his smile on his lips as his arms snake around your waist. He holds you tight, and your stomach feels fluttery.
"Ummm, ehem. Now?" a voice behind you says.
You both turn quickly and find Fred, a coy smile on his face and... a bouquet in his hand.
George behind you coughs dryly. "Yes," he mutters under his breath. "Now."
By his tone, now it isn't really the time. But Fred only smiles wider and hands him the bouquet. Then winks an eye at you.
You turn to George. "What?" you ask, laughing. "Is this?"
George sighs, gazing back at his brother with a glare. Then he hands you the bouquet as he says, "This is for you. An apology."
"From Fred?" You contain your chuckle.
George shakes his head quickly. "No. From your lover boy, who is so sorry about what happened this summer."
"And how did my lover boy," you blush at the words. "Got these flowers from? As he spoke with me here?"
"It's called backup plan three," Fred says from behind you.
The look George gives him is murderous.
"Backup plan three?" you ask both.
George pinches his nose. Fred is the one who explains. "George has backup plans with you. Flowers is number three. We even have a signal for it."
At that, you have to laugh. "Wow."
George is very flushed now. And Fred is having the time of his life.
"What are backup plans one and two?" you ask George, stepping closer to him and taking the bouquet from his hand.
He looks up. "Chocolates and sweets."
"Wow," you say again. And you feel like kissing him again. "Should I worry that you plan on making me mad often enough that you have to anticipate apologies?"
He gives you half a smile. "No, you don't. You have to worry that I don't kill Fred."
"Oh. Really? Come here, then, big man," Fred says, walking towards his brother, hands in fists.
You try to contain laughter when George stands for a fight. They are idiots; that's certain. But you have a bouquet of flowers on you hands, so it doesn't really matter.
Until George throws a light punch that lands in Fred's chest. "Hey, stop that!" you command.
But then Fred pushes him.
"Hey! Stop now."
George then holds his brother's head and rubs his hair. Fred calls for a stop. And when they get tired, they are all a-laughing.
They always do the same.
"You idiots," you say when they're done.
George fixes his red hair. "Me too, love?"
You smile. "Especially you, George."
He pouts and starts walking towards you.
"Oh, here they go again," Fred says just before your lover boy leans in to kiss you.
You have to hold on tight to the flowers when he pulls you closer.
george wesley masterlisst
a/n: i am in love with this fic and how sweet it turned out. hope you liked it. i'll be getting back with the request now. feel free to send'em for George or Fred 🫶
Summary: The future is unpredictable, or is it? Y/N Greengrass has the gift of second sight with the help of some friends, she will do anything to prevent events from happening.
Pairing: George Weasley x fem!reader, platonic!Harry Potter x platonic!reader
Warning (in no particular order): some usage of Y/N, hufflepuff!reader, seer!reader, talks of mental and physical abuse, minor and major character death (almost everyone lives...almost), slowburn, best friends to lovers, mutual pinning, George Weasley is a SIMP, a LOT of lore building (there's romance in here I promise), idiots don't know they are in love, depictions of torture and other violence, fluff, angst, Dumbledore hater (if he has zero haters, I am dead),
Notes: I just realize this is going be a LONG story, so yeah (8.8)
I think I found my footing with the writing, so I might go back and rewrite some chapter 👀 (8.11)
**Important please read**
CHAPTERS:
one. a shack, a tree, and a werewolf?
two. don't worry, i'll make you worry.
three. beware the dog
four. two truths and a lie
five. dear dove...love chocolate
six. back to square one
seven. the truth has a funny way of revealing itself
eight. what a way to end summer break
nine. something bad about to happen...I don't know what
Plot: Fred Weasley always loves to prank you, but this time he went just a little too far.
Hogwarts was in fact one of your favourite places to be, not that you hated home, home was great too but there was something about Hogwarts that was different from every other feeling you got.
Living and sharing spaces with your friends in Ravenclaw, seeing all your other friends in the lessons that you wouldn't be taught at a regular school where one day you could be brewing a potion that could make you break out in boils or be caring for a plant that will nip at your nose if you lean too close to it.
Some of the more mundane things were the best in your opinion, like the stairs moving around from floor to floor and wing to wing. Or the food presented at the great hall for breakfast, it had always been your most anticipated meal whenever you woke up. Or something like the smell of the barrell wood and kitchens at the entrance to the Hufflepuff dorms.
However, of course there were things that thoroughly annoyed you and you didn't like about school that made you want to stay at home after a long summer there until you thought about the overwhelming amount of good that always seemed to outweigh the bad.
One of those things was Fred Weasley.
You really disliked the Gryffindor boy who happened to be in the same year group as you.
It started in your first year. You were targeted by the Twins straight away of course you were because you were the easy target shy and quiet sat alone in one of the end carriages.
They'd ran past and noticed you straight away and decided it was in their best intention to start the year off with a bang... literally. They chucked a very explosive stink bomb into your compartmemt meaning you'd turned up to the opening ceremony smelling awful.
Your cheeks had flushed but once you were sorted into Ravenclaw and you calmy sat down at the table your peers took pity on you asking what had happened.
One of the older girls, a few years above you took pity of you and offered to help you go back to the dorm early and and take a shower to try and get the smell out of your hair.
After that, despite not giving them a reaction to their first prank like your mother had always taught you their antics continued.
Fred was by far worse than George. George you knew on a perosnal level, mostly after third year when you and George were forced to sit next to each other in Study of Ancient Runes together while Fred took Muggle Studies.
He was actually nice, but never apologised for the pranks he and his brother played on you. You guys would speak about almost everything other than his brother. He'd even talk about his little brother and sister or his older brother who you apparently remined him off considering he, as George so kindly put it, a stick up his arse that should have forced him into Ravenclaw.
The pranks were mostly harmless, just a bruised ego and some slime in your hair tended to be the worst of it which with the help of your friends was easily fixed thanks to magic which is why you assumed Fred thought he could always get away with doing it because it was easily fixable.
But the embarrasment got harder to deal with the older you got.
As the boys matured, do did their pranks which became less tryingt to make you shy and embarrassed but more to get a reaction from you and annoy you.
It was in your sixth year you were walking around Hogwarts alone, during the Easter break you guys had off timetable. Some people went home, most however didn't.
Fred and George had just come up with the most ingenious thing that they thought would be incredible to test on their snooty Ravenclaw prankee.
They'd just managed to create an inkpot that could alter the writing to something completely ridiculous, once completed with. They'd managed to switch your original ink in the library with the one they'd brewed up when you'd gone to grab a book for the potions essay you were about to start.
You'd wrote an outstanding essay, one that you knew Professor Snape would even have a corner of his lip turn up at in satisfaction of just how could it was. And you had a big smile on your face when you were handing it in to him the next day along with all of the other students.
You didn't notice because you were so proud of the essay that you were gunning to hand it over.
"Maybe we shouldn't have messed with her school work!" George whispers to his twin and desk mate unsure of the prank they'd successfully pulled off.
"What do you mean? This was brilliant!" Fred says grinning as he looks at Snapes neutral face as he breezes over your essay quickly before it turns sour.
"What is this?" Snape asks looking at you with disapointment all over his face.
"Sorry sir?" you ask cocking your head to the side.
"Professor Snape, spoke to a cat who sat on the mat. This made him elated at the idea of a cat who sat on a mat" he says reading from the parchment you'd just handed over to him.
"What, thats not what i wrote thats..." you say as you kindly take the essay back off him seeing your worst nightmare.
Your hard work ruined.
"Professor i can assure you this isn't my essay" you say looking up at him before shooting a look over at the twins.
"Then what is it?" he asks, taking it back off you starting to inspect it. You knew you couldn't rat out Fred or George as you had no proof of what they did.
"Detention where you will produce me the correct essay, with extra parchment!"
"Yes proffesor" you sigh, looking down. You stued for the rest of the lesson which isn't something you did often as you actually loved your classes and all of your professors.
You left the class with a bit off a mood rewriting the essay that should have been on the parchment you had today. How did they even switch it? Did they go into your bag? But it was your writing and the ink splatter that had you second guessing how they'd done it.
That was what had you close to it being the final straw, but it was in your guy's last year when Umbridge was snopping around and you were actively a part of the DA.
Before Dumbledore had left he'd got you in touch with Mad Eye and Kinsley Shacklebolt. You'd wanted to be an Auror for the longest time ever. And with your grades in your Newts Dumbledore and Flitwick had suggested that was the route you should take.
You'd agreed so today you were meeting with the two around the Castle, it was quiet and everyone was at the Slytherin vs Hufflepuff match so it was perfect time to meet them to see about potential work experience.
Fred and George had followed you all day noticing how nervous you were at breakfast, so nervous all you managed was your Pumpkin Juice. They followed you to one of the east corridors seeing you sneaking around. You were pacing back and forth clearly waiting to meet someone but neither of the twins could work out who.
"Bet its a boy, maybe someone finally asked the book lover out and SHE agreed!" Fred laughs.
"Or maybe she's waiting for a teacher this is a bad idea!" George says and Fred just shakes his head watching as you sit on one of the open windowed stone walls.
"This is perfect timing, she wont see it coming!" he says and they camp behind a pillar waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
You didnt even know what happened, but by the time Kinsley and Mad Eye had turned up you were knee-deep in gunk along with thw two Aurors with stink bombs going off.
"Is this your idea of a job interview?" Mad Eye barks at you flicking the gunk off himself while Kinsley just looks at you in shock.
"I knew this was a mistake! Kingsley were leaving. Children, should never trust them" he complains as the duo apparate out. You had tried to explain but to them you would have just looked like a goldfish with your mouth opening and closing having no idea how to explain what happened.
And then, if loosing out on the best opportunity ever wasn't a kick in the teeth enough Umbridge came tearing down the corridor after hearing the commotion.
"And what is the meaning of this Miss Y/L/N?" she asks in that horrid high picthed voice of hers.
"I - well" you start pointing around at the ... things everywhere.
"Well what? Come on own up to your little prank!" she says and that word zings in your head.
Prank ...
Prank = Fred and George.
You take the punishment from Umbridge agreeing to go to her office at the end of the school day and clean up the mess that had been made.
The minute she leaves you collapse to your knees in floods of tears.
It was all too much, you'd dealt with the twins antics for years but after the essay with Snape and it affecting your grade and now having detention with Umbridge and no job lined up for after you finish at Hogwarts you were done.
"Y/N?" a voice calls and immediately you know who it is, its the softness from George that you'd always preferred from his brothers. You just continue to cry until Fred reveals himself.
"We can help you clean up, no need to cry about it. Just a joke ..." Fred says rolling his eyes and shurgging his shoulders with a laugh in his voice and a smirk on his face to join it.
"Just a ... Just a joke are you kidding me?" you ask incredulously.
"No and you know what you can ... you can" you start but your sobbing so hard the words struggle to come off.
"I can what?" he asks a grin on his face as he gazes up at you and that turns you upset to mad in seconds. Quicker than a firebolt flies.
"You can fuck right off Fred Weasley! I always thought your family was in the wrong houses with that stupid Gryffindor pride. Used to think you were very ambitious and stubborn and that Slytherin would suit you well but now i think Slytherin suits you well because you are a cow and a horrible horrible person who had no regard for anyone but themselves!" you brust out, wiping the tears from your eyes as you do finally able to see your shocked reaction.
"That was the one change i had at getting an internship this summer in the Auror department with the Ministry and you just blew it! I have no chance at MY dream and i have private detention with Umbridge and we all saw Harry's hand after he came out from there! You're lucky as well that Kingsley and Mad Eye werent spotted by HER as that would have made Dumbledore's case even worse. So for once in your life think of others Weasley!" you scream, tears once again flowing down your face.
"I- I'm so-" he starts but you glare at him, cutting him.
"Just leave Weasley. You've already done enough damage!" you shout, him and his brother jumping at your sharp tone.
"NOW!" you scream and they both get up, leaving you to clean up the gunk the two boys had created.
If only Fred was brave enough to ask you out rather than fish for your attention by pranking you all these years, you were right he didn't look like a Gryffindor now, not with how cowardly he'd been in regards to you.
