!George Weasley deserves the world. You accidentally give his twin a kiss instead.
You had been tending to George and his injured ear.
Your fingers were careful, almost reverent, as you cleaned around the bandaging. He tried to act like it didn’t bother him. Like losing an ear was just another story to laugh about later.
You admired him.
How could one person be so selfless? Putting himself in danger without hesitation. Throwing himself into chaos to save Harry Potter like it was nothing.
But it wasn’t nothing.
You saw the way he winced when he thought you weren’t looking. The way his jaw tightened. The way he still cracked jokes so no one would pity him.
It made your chest ache.
Fast forward to now — you were in the Burrow, in his and Fred’s room, bouncing up and down on his cock.
The contrast made you dizzy.
From bandages and careful hands to this.
George’s hands were firm on your hips, guiding you, steadying you. His good ear flushed red from the strain of holding back the sounds he wanted to make.
You were close to losing control — breathing too loud, moving too fast.
He stuck his finger in your mouth for you to suck, a silent command to keep quiet.
His lips brushed your collarbone as he murmured, low and teasing, “Mum’s just downstairs, love.”
You rolled your hips just to spite him.
He hissed under his breath, gripping your waist tighter. “You’re trying to get me killed.”
“You’d look handsome in a coffin,” you whispered back.
He laughed — breathless, messy, George.
The next morning felt almost cruel in how normal it was.
You woke tangled in his sheets, his arm heavy over your waist, his breath warm against your shoulder. The sunlight through the crooked Burrow windows made everything feel softer than it had any right to be.
He kissed your temple before you slipped out of bed.
“Tell Mum I’m coming,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
You grinned. “You always are.”
He groaned and threw a pillow at you.
The kitchen was chaos in the way only the Weasleys could manage.
Molly was already cooking. Arthur was reading something upside down. Ginny was arguing with Ron about toast. Harry was pretending not to be involved.
It was loud. Warm. Perfect.
You slid into your seat beside who you assumed was George — hoodie up, head down, quiet for once.
You leaned over and pressed a quick, affectionate kiss to his cheek.
“Morning, you menace.”
The kitchen went silent.
Not loud silent.
Heavy silent.
Your stomach dropped.
The hoodie slowly lowered.
Fred blinked at you.
Smirking.
“Blimey,” he said lazily. “Buy me breakfast first.”
Your entire body went rigid.
Then, across the table—
George froze.
Not dramatically.
Not loudly.
Just still.
You whipped around so fast your chair screeched against the floor. “I— I thought—”
Fred was grinning like Christmas had come early. “Easy mistake, darling. We are devastatingly identical.”
George stood.
Not angry.
Just… stiff.
“I’ll be outside,” he muttered.
And that hurt more than if he’d yelled.
You found him in the yard, hands in his pockets, staring at the crooked fence like it had personally offended him.
“George.”
He didn’t turn around.
“I didn’t mean to,” you rushed. “I swear. He had the hood up, and I just— I wasn’t thinking—”
He let out a quiet breath.
Still not looking at you.
“I know.”
You blinked. “You… know?”
Finally, he turned.
There was something vulnerable there for half a second.
Then it was gone.
“We’ve been switching on people since we were five,” he said with a small huff of laughter. “Mum still mixes us up sometimes.”
You stepped closer. “But you looked hurt.”
He tilted his head slightly. “I was.”
Your heart dropped.
Then he shrugged.
“Only for a second.”
You swallowed. “George—”
He stepped forward and pulled you into him.
“Accidents happen,” he murmured into your hair.
You wrapped your arms around him immediately. “I would never—”
“I know,” he said softly.
Then he leaned back just enough to look at you, mischief creeping back into his expression.
“But I’m still telling Fred you owe him a kiss now.”
Summary : The reader has a secret crush on George Weasley, and often daydreams what it will be like to be loved by him. After succesfully keeping it to herself for years , her ‘friend’ breaks out the secret, and George sends her a letter as a reply.
Warnings : angst, toxic-friendship, minor character anxiety, light swearing, unrequited. (tell me if I missed something)
A/N : please note that this was written during my early tumblr era! definitely didn’t expect this to get as much attention as i thought <3
- based on true events -
Truly, Y/N never meant to fall for George Weasley, the humorous, lively, redhead who was two years older than her. Definitely one of the best beaters Hogwarts ever had. Of course, the Weasley twins were definitely hot ( like moto moto hot).
As much as she frequently daydreams to be with him, there were also other girls who fawn themselves over him. So who was she? A silly Ravenclaw, to compete with the 'other girls' when George barely even spared a glance towards her? Please. She wouldn't even be surprised if George forgot her name, since they haven't talked for almost a year now. Or was it more?
She wasn't one to approach people first, so all she could do was look at him from afar.
She'd often see him and Fred roaming the halls at night after she spent the entire evening in the library. They were probably sneaking out and doing god knows what. Multiple times when they past each other, she'd smile and look down to her feet, afraid he would find out the way her heart feels fuzzy, or when her heart beats at an impossible rate, or the way wild thoughts run through her head – like imagining him trying to engage in a sudden conversation.
As expected, he never did, how would he know? Why would he talk to someone he barely knows? Will they even ever be friends? These questions hurt her, but she couldn't blame him. After all, she was the one who was afraid of taking risks.
When did she realize she fell for him you may ask ? 4th Year, she had always known who George and Fred were, since she sometimes hangs out with the golden trio. Ron would mention them and complain about their pranks.
Y/N would smile every time George made a funny comment towards Ron. When they were together, George would glance towards Y/N and Hermione and send a wink that made her melt, but she ignored the feelings, because obviously you could perceive someone attractive without liking them 'that way' right? On the day the twins said they were going to attempt joining the Triwizard tournament, you felt your heart drop and you silently prayed they would change their mind, but luck wasn't on your side.
Instead, Fred and George had asked Y/N for help coming up with different ways, because they know Hermione would refuse to help them outsmart Dumbledore's spells. So they spent time finding spells from different books, but she had spent more time with George since Fred would go off to sleep early during their research night.
Until the day she accidentally slipped out the ageing potion, Fred who was paying attention intently said "Yes! Wicked! George and I should probably start brewing or it might be too late. Thank you, Y/N."
They had run off before she could say it probably won't work. Since then, the three of them stopped spending time together and Y/N missed spending time with George. She missed his presence as well as his ridiculous yet charming jokes.
Although they were from different houses, Y/N would come to every quidditch match George plays and support him from the stands, even if Ravenclaw was playing against them. Unbeknownst to you, George would never miss to notice this. But he brushes it off, considering she's probably supporting Harry. Y/N never misses a chance to look at him from across the halls and wonder what it would be like to sneak off with him to the lake, to join George and Fred on pranks or to study with him in the library even though she knows they barely do, considering she never sees them there.
"You know, if you keep staring at him I'm sure he'll ask you out to Hogsmeade." Willow sighed without looking up from her book.
Startled, Y/N tore her eyes away from George's direction and glanced at her friend, Y/N thinks of Willow as one of her good friends.
She felt the heat rising from her cheeks. "W-what, I was just looking at..um," She bit her lip and cursed herself for not coming up with a quick excuse.
It was the third time she had seen the twins in the library, it was odd. They don't seem to be studying either. They were just whispering and scribbling out lists. During those three times, she'd also been admiring George -- wondering what it would feel like to run her hands through his soft red hair.
"You were looking at George Weasley? You look like you were going to gobble him up."
I mean he does look like a snack.
No, stop.
"Pardon?" You saw Willow's eyes widen.
"OH MY GOD-" She realized what she thought was her inner voice, has actually been heard.
Forgetting the two of them were in the library, a few students had abruptly shushed her. Luckily, Madam Pince had gone out briefly. "Did I just say that out loud?" She asked lowering her voice.
Willow nods "But don't worry, I'm sure nobody else heard.", gesturing to the distance between their table and the rest of the others.
Y/N glanced back at where the twins were sitting, but the two of them were nowhere in sight. She slowly closed her Potions book and sighed. "C'mon, Y/N. Admit it..you've been crushing on George, it's obvious." Willow said gathering her books, signaling it was time for them to go back to their common room.
Y/N didn't mean to tell anyone about her secret. But right then, she trusted Willow, so she stood up as wel,l carrying her books and nodded.
The two of them walked out of the library with Willow asking countless amounts of questions.
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"Did you hear about that rumour?"
"That's the girl."
"The Ravenclaw with Y/H/C"
She walked faster, ignoring the harsh whispers, her brain racing with thoughts. Why are they all looking at her? As her thoughts run wilder and her pace quickens, she heard somebody calling out her name. Her mind was too frantic to recognise the voice's owner. She halts and turns around, Hermione lightly jogs to her.
"Merlin, Y/N, why were you walking so fast?"
Y/N rolls her eyes and nods towards the corridor filled with students, some of them quickly looked away pretending to be interested in the floor pattern, some gave her weird looks, the whispers became less. Hermione gave them dirty looks.
"Do you have any idea why they're acting like I have Voldermort's face plastered at the back of my head?"
Hermione's gaze softens and she slowly nods, avoiding eye contact. "About that..Willow..um, told some people about you and George and well.."
Y/N looked at Hermione with raised eyebrows, figuring out what she was trying to say. That's when it hit her.
The secret's out.
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How could Willow do this to her? Did their friendship mean nothing? Y/N stomped her way back to her common room. Shit. Shit. Shit. What was she going to do? What would George say? During her journey back, she had gotten a few comments similar as "You don't deserve George."
"I heard George say he doesn't even know who you are." some Slytherins snickered as Y/N walked past them. It took every urge in her body to not slap their smug looks.
As she entered the Ravenclaw common room, she saw Willow and a few other students sitting on the couch and they all looked at her. Y/N ignored them and walked across the room to go to her dorm. She needed her bed, her comfy pillow, to calm herself.
"I bet she'll be over him in a week or less" she heard one of Willow's friends say.
Y/N slows her pace, she closes her eyes shut trying to take deep breaths. 'Don't say anything' she reminds herself, don't give them the satis-
"How many people did you say she's been crushing on again, Willow?"
Willow cleared her throat saying "Oh I dunno, I wouldn't be surprised if she wanted to snog all the boys." loud enough for Y/N to hear.
That bitch.
"Why?" Y/N said turning around, her face was red with anger. She would love to hex all of them to oblivion, but she knew better. Willow simply stood up and flattered her eyelashes innocently, "Why what Y/L/N?"
"Are you that naïve to lie? Why did you tell everyone about my feelings?" Y/N confronted her, hearing her own anger in her voice. Willow was the only person who knew about Y/N's feelings for George.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Willow lied, smiling sweetly.
Y/N tightens her jaw. "I thought you were my friend, but with 'friends' like you, who needs enemies?"
With that, Y/N turned and stomped her way to her dorm, the rest of her dormmates hadn't gone back, which made Y/N sigh with relief. She paced across the room, What was she to do? Will George be mad? She regretted going back to her dorm, it was as if the room was haunting her, making her slowly go mad.
There was only one solution to this, she needed to talk to him, her head was spinning. And with that, she wore her robes and walked out.
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It took her almost the whole day looking for George, Luckily, it was Saturday but she wouldn't call it luck. That's when she saw the redhead sitting on a bench, looking up at the night sky. Alone. Y/N felt her heart stop, she wanted to know what it feels like with his arms around her, telling her it will all be okay.
"George?"
George looked up at her in surprise, she wasn't sure if he'd heard about the rumors. She hoped he didn't, but that was merely impossible since everyone was talking about it.
"Um, hey" he said, sounding as normal as he can. His freckled hair and brown eyes made her heart beat faster than ever, it was a while since she'd heard his voice. "Can we talk?"
George's expression was unreadable, but he nodded. She fidgeted with the hem of her sleeves avoiding eye contact. What do people in her situation do? Would George laugh at her? She briefly came up with the first thought it her mind.
Confess
She didn't care if he already knew, she needed to let him know herself, even if she's not the first person he's heard it from. She gathers her courage and says "I think I love you."
George pretended to be surprised, "Oh. Really?" he asked, moving his gaze to the ground. "Yeah." she mumbled, followed by an awkward silence. You thought he had felt the same, she had seen him look at her sometimes when she stares at him, and she would look away, blushing. George seemed to be thinking too, but after a few minutes he said "I'll um, I'll tell you later..It's getting late."
On her way back to return to her dorm, wild thoughts began pacing through Y/N's mind. What if George actually liked her too? She knew she was getting her hopes high, but she couldn't stop wondering if George was actually going to ask Fred for advice on how to confess? Well, she was partially right..
Around 3AM, she woke up to a sound of an owl swooping past her and dropping something on her desk, she slowly got up and looked over to the rest of her dorm mates who were still asleep. She dragged her feet to her desk.
A letter with her name written on the cover was neatly laid on top of her books. Y/N hurriedly took the letter and brought it to her bed, and once she was sitting on it, she pulled out the paper inside the letter.
Y/N,
I'm sorry to disappoint you, but, I have no other way to put this. I'm dating Angelina. I know this will hurt you, but please forgive me. Don't tire yourself and take care.
You deserve better.
Sincerely,
George.
Y/N sat still, sinking in George’s words, she felt her world crumble, hearing her own heart breaking. Of course, how could she not know? Angelina was stunning, and they were close. Who wouldn't date her? Y/N's mind spaced out and she finds herself silently crying under her blankets, heartbroken.
--
Y/N couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten, she couldn't bare going down to the Great Hall for meals, she couldn't bare facing the taunts from other students, couldn't bare facing George again. Every time she was in the shower, she would practice smiling in the mirror, telling herself she's better than this, but would break down in tears feeling ashamed and embarrassed.
Her parents had sent her a howler, scolding her for skipping her classes, so she slowly started attending classes, but would show up with bags under her eyes. Most people had stopped teasing her, but she still hid out in her room.
She heard faint knocks, and heard someone enter the room. She knew who it was,
"Go away, Hermione." she groaned. Hermione had comforted Y/N since the night. Y/N was grateful to have someone care about her, after all, the rest of the Ravenclaws haven't talked to her.
"Y/N, you need to eat something, this isn't like you,"
"What is like me, Hermione?" She croaked
"You would get to the matter of this, because I know you wouldn't let anyone break you like this." she snapped, she'd been patient with her. Y/N winced a little at her remark but she knew Hermione was right, there wasn't a point in hiding out. She'd have to face him sooner or later anyway.
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2 Months Later
Y/N started feeling better but she had talked less and less to people. She'd seen George more then she'd ever did in the hallways. She hated how her heart still flutters at the sight of him. Gradually, she'd grown stronger. She heard the twins would be leaving Hogwarts soon, but she tried not to think much of it, pushing her feelings deep down in her heart. However, no matter how much she tried, she knew she still loved George.
Y/N was talking to Harry when she saw Angelina walking towards her. Oh no. But before she could walk away Angelina had caught her up. "May I talk to you, Y/N?"
She nodded slowly and Harry said goodbye, leaving the two of them standing opposite of each other.
"I just heard what happened about George, you okay?"
"I'm doing fine," Y/N replied quickly, she couldn't face Angelina "I'm sorry about George, I didn't know the two of you were in a relationship."
Angelina's smile faltered, she frowns confused. "What? George and I aren't dating"
This time Y/N looks at Angelina confused. Did she hear her wrong?
"Oh then, sorry the two of you broke up-"
"Y/N, we were never in a relationship,"
That's when it hit her, did George lie? Why would he? Was she not good enough? These questions filled her head all at once.
She walked away from Angelina, who was calling out her name. Unaware, Y/N's tears fell, feeling the lump in her throat.
BG: Fred didn’t know what went wrong. One moment you were happy together the next you reappear after months of silence only to came back engaged to Adrian Pucey. But what he doesn’t know is that you made the ultimate sacrifice for him.
Contains: Forbidden love. Arranged marriage. Angst alert! Get ready to feel the pain.
A/N: Was supposed to be just an outline, but kinda became a straight up full fic.
WC:1662
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Weeks leading up to the day that Fred and George were to leave Hogwarts to start Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, Fred had noticed you becoming distant. Though he didn’t put much though into that as to NEWTS coming up and you had been staying up most nights helping them sort out the joke shop’s paperwork instead of revising. He knew that this situation would be temporary and once you graduated, you would be moving out of your strict parent’s house to live in with him- as you both had planned.
However, after graduation, you were still giving him the cold shoulder and not replying to his letters. Even his siblings had noticed that after they left, you were acting weird-not talking much, low energy and generally not feeling like yourself. Although you had sat with the remaining Weasleys on the Hogwarts Express, you were unusually quiet, a shell of your past self. Similar to Fred, his younger sibling attributed this behaviour to being anxious in knowing the results of your NEWTS, which were set to arrive mid-July.
Fast-forward to a few weeks after graduation, you are now engaged to Adrian Pucey. You both were walking around Diagon Alley, doing some wedding shopping when a certain shop comes into view. Of course, you had only seen the concept art and blueprints, so you had an idea what it would look like, but it was even more magical seeing it in person.
Adrian catches a sight of your face and understands, understand that these past few weeks with him had been a whirlwind and acknowledges that you and Fred would need closure for both for you to move on. Adrian gave your hand a squeeze, ‘Go on y/n, I know you want to.’ Beckoning towards the shop. ‘We should at least give him the decency to tell him in person rather than him finding it out in the daily prophet that you are soon to be married. We are gonna have “The wedding of the year” as they call it.’
The whole time you were reluctant to approach him. Unable to predict how he would react to you popping up out of the blue.
With hands in your pocket, hiding your ring. You call out to him after 3 long months.
‘y/n?’ Fred did double take, almost not believing that you were real, the actual y/n that he loved, that disappeared is now within reach.
Emotions came rushing back. How foolish did you think that months apart, forcing him out of your mind would diminish everything you felt. Panicking, you dashed to the door.
Nevertheless, his long legs had quickly caught up to you. He tries to stop you from leaving him again, holding your arm back, you resisted yanking away his grasp.
His hand slides past yours, accidentally pulling off you ring too.
It falls to the ground.
Fred kneels down, getting to it first.
It’s even funny really, you though that he would be at that position before. Of course, under different circumstances.
He stares at the ring.
Right then Adrian reaches your side. “What are you doing with my fiancée’s ring?”
“Fiancée?”
‘Yeah my fiancée’ Adrian interlocks your hands. ‘The soon to be Mrs. y/n Pucey’
Fred chokes on air, turning redder than you’ve ever seen, you can see the veins in his arms contract.
The only time you saw him like this was when Malfoy insulted his family back in Year 5 quidditch match.
You turn to Adrian, with soft eyes.
He nods, understanding what you were asking. ‘I’ll be right outside, okay?’
‘Thank you.’
However, when you turned back, Fred was already walking away.
‘Fred! Wait!’ you finally caught up to him ‘Can we talk? Please.’
He stops, nodding though not bothering to face you. ‘In here.’ Leading you to his office.
Crossing his arms, he mocked. ‘So this is why you weren’t returning my messages.’
‘Fred….’
‘Cause you were with him all this time.’
‘NO!!! No… I wasn’t believe me.’
‘Then why?’ Fred was emotionally exhausted. ‘I just had the love of his life reappear after months of silence, only to find out that she’s engaged to someone else, someone I know she practically strangers with!’ Fred runs his hand through his hair, leaning defeated against the table. ‘Why did you leave me? You just disappear, like we didn’t have history. y/n. NO note. NO explanation. Just silence.’
‘Remember when you and George were trying to get this place up and running?’
‘Yea but what’s it got to do with all this?’
You raised a hand to stop him.
‘Do you recall that all your efforts were being blocked? The lease, the permits…..’ you exhaled. ‘Apparently that was my father’s doing.’
‘Your father??’
You nodded.
‘News got to him that we were dating- and no I don’t know how, but it did.’ You added, knowing what’s on his mind. ‘You know how my father is... with his traditional ways. He couldn’t believe that his only daughter was seeing a blood traitor. There was no way he would allow it.’ You shook your head. ‘So he used his influence in the ministry, pulled some strings in order to do whatever he could to stop you from building the joke shop.’
‘You and George were being held back with one thing to another, it’s unheard of to have a business struggle so much just to get the right paperwork. So I did some digging, I had my suspicions then, I knew it had someone powerful but what was curious was that you were faced with all these constant barriers that couldn’t possibly be an authority being throughout with the paperwork. No, it was more inclined to someone with a personal grudged.’ You explained.
‘So, I took a chance and confronted my father.’ Continuing on, you sneered. ‘It was funny cause he didn’t even bother to deny my allegations, said he was doing the right thing.’ You air quoted. ‘And that if I wanted it to stop. He would do so immediately, under the condition that I break up with you and agree to have an arranged marriage.’
‘What?’ Fred shocked by your confession. ‘y/n. Why did you agree? ’
‘It was the hardest thing I had to do, but I knew that it was for the best.’ You looked at him with melancholy. ‘It would be the best for you.’
‘You thought it would be the best for me, did you honestly thought that I would agree to this huh y/n?’ Fred challenged.
‘I did it so that you would have a bright and happy future, even if it meant that I won’t be in the picture.’
He scoffs.
‘Freddie..’ When he wouldn’t look at you, you tried again. ‘love…’
He winces at the nickname.
‘You have been wanting to turn this dream of having your own joke shop into a reality for the longest time. I know that burning unstoppable passion you have in bringing joy into the world ever since I’ve known you.’ Moving closer, you cupped his cheek. ‘Time and time again, you had overcome people’s discouragement on your passion, and you came up on top.’
‘So who am I to stop you from fulfilling your dreams? I can’t do that to you Freddie. I won’t be always to bear with the knowledge of holding you back. I can’t. I couldn’t Not to you. ’
‘So you sacrifice your own happiness for me to have mine?’
You shrugged.
‘Do you love him?’ Fred’s voice was strained.
You were caught off guard by his question. ‘Adrian?’
‘Yea.’
Gathering your thoughts together, you reasoned ‘I…..I…It’s only been a few week since we got engaged-‘
‘Do. You. Love. Him?’ Fred could feel his heart contracting. But he needed to know where he stood emotionally to you.
‘I like him.’ Blinking, you thought about your past couple of weeks with Adrian. ‘He’s sweet and nice. A really caring gentleman.’ You admitted. ‘Not exactly the typical evil Slytherin archetype either. So there’s that.’
‘That’s not exactly a high bar.’ Fred taunted causing you to chuckle.
‘But in time…given time. I don’t see why I won’t potentially fall for him.’ You replied truthfully.
You both just sat there, shoulder to shoulder on his office table. Hints laughter could be heard through the door. In contrast to this small room full of eery silence and tense with the gloom of a last goodbye.
‘Well..’ You stand, brushing your dress straight. ‘I guess that is all there is to say.’ You sent him a reassuring smile, eager to maintain this light ambiance between you. ‘I just dropped by for a quick visit you and to inform you of the upcoming wedding of the year. Thought that it be best to clear the air and be polite and give you a heads up personally rather than finding out about it in the daily prophet tomorrow.’
You wrap him into a hug, knowing that this would be the last time. ‘I’ll miss you.’
Fred held onto to you tighter, inhaling your scent. ‘I’ll miss you too.’ Compelling his brain to remember what you feel like, what you smell like. His The One That Got Away. Burying his face into your neck, he pleads. ‘Do this one thing for me please…. To make things easier.’
‘Anything’ you replied.
‘Tell me you don’t love me.’
You stiffen in his arms, pulling back a bit to see his face. ‘I can’t.’
You were about to walk away when once again he stops you.
The next thing you know, you were spun back into his arms, kissing with intense passion, pouring your hearts out, knowing that this is it. The final kiss. The final moment. This is where your stories diverge.
You broke apart, cherishing his face this close one last time.
‘Goodbye, Fred Weasley.’
With that you exit his office, leaving behind a perfectly happy life of what ifs and a heartbroken man surrounded by reminders of his achievements and happiness.
Summary : 10 years of friendship through letters, and being a hopeless romantic didn’t help you realise your feelings for your best friend, until it might be too late.
Warnings : MUGGLE!AU slow-burn, angst, violence if you squint, best friends-to-lovers, a few cursing you probably won’t realise.
Feet shuffling against the living room carpet, you finally let your body slump on the sofa with a sigh. The sound of wrinkling leather waves through the empty corridor of your shared house. You ignored it, knowing that one of your housemates (who also happen to be your best friends) might come huffing into the room for continuously abusing furniture. With the same occasion happening countless number of times that week, you expected them to grow tired of your mood swings.
You reached for the nearest cushion beside you, digging your fingers onto the sides of the rough object, before stuffing your face into it; rage burning in your chest for a peculiar Weasley. You lift your face from the cushion furiously, running your hands through your hair.
"Is it that hard for that git to take time and write to me?" you cursed under your breath.
You heard a scoff before lifting your head and meeting eyes with your friend, Delilah. She was leaning against the archway of the living room. "Go on, explain yourself." she said, walking to the couch beside you -- leaving a gap, knowing you might blow off any minute if bothered. Before you could reply, she shakes her head. "And don't lie to me, you've been acting like a maniac, plotting a murder for a week now."
"She probably is, It's been 3 weeks since she last received a letter from her long-distance boyfriend. Of course she's gone mad." You needn't turn around, knowing it was your other roommate, Sara.
"Fred." you say gripping the sweat-stained pillow and throwing it at her. "Is my best friend," pausing before adding "Nothing more," then leaning against the couch.
You bit your lip in frustration, pulling off a few loose threads from the hem of your sleeves in anger, "Be patient, Y/N," Delilah says, patting your back. "He might be busy with his shop or dealing with.. well, whatever he might be doing," You rolled your eyes, seeing the now sitting Sara looking at you, sympathetically.
"Well, he can do whatever the hell he wants for all I care. No actually--I don't care, they're just letters." You stood up and stormed up to your room. Shutting the door with a click, you hear muffled voices of your two friends, one of them saying "Wasn't she enraged three minutes ago".
You feel your head spinning before pulling out a specific letter from a wooden box and leaning against the desk. The words that were inked on the paper still enliven the butterflies in your stomach, even after you've memorised them. It was the last letter you received from him before his gifts came to an abrupt stop. You felt like a 16 year old teenager feeling giddy over a crush. Your eyes widen -- reminding yourself "NO Y/N, he's just a friend!" Suddenly remembering you weren't supposed to be 'caring', you cringed to yourself before shoving the letter back in the box weighing a heavy heart.
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You let your body fall against the soft mattress with a squeal, staring up the ceiling whilst clutching the new envelope up to your chest. Without realising the rapid rate of your heartbeat, you impatiently tore open the envelope and unfolded its content.
Dearest Y/N,
I hope this letter finds you in the best of spirits.
I deeply apologise for this delayed reply as I have been quite busy with the joke shop here. Formalities aside, I'm going to be making a few business arrangements in your town. George thought I should go instead of him, and I definitely agree with him. I can't wait to see you, and expect me to ring your house phone tomorrow to discuss. Sadly, I'd have to make this letter short, pumpkin.
P.S bring along that beautiful smile of yours when we meet.
Yours lovingly,
Fred G. Weasley
A smile forms across your face as you read his words, your heart doing summersaults. Before you could trace his signature, you hear a knock on your bedroom door. Sighing, you opened the door, seeing an eyebrow raised Delilah and Sara. Seeing your friends just makes you want to squeeze them in a hug of joy. The smile on your lips didn't falter as you tried forming words "I-"
"We know, Y/N." Delilah interrupted. "We guessed the moment you turned all giddy when coming home. You even fell from the entrance stairs! What'd he say?" Sara asked, smirking. You stared at them, the red mark on your ankle feeling suddenly obvious.
"He said he's going to be dealing with a few business things here. I think he's coming in a few days." You say, your smile growing wider as the words escape your lips. Fred and you have met before. Only, it was twice or trice a year from a long-distance decade of friendship.
Your friendship with Fred was a rather complicated story that even to you, seems a little cliche of how it started with a single complication.
A letter,
The letter had somehow mistakenly ended up to your address, knowing that a 'Hermione Granger' doesn't exist in your household. Being the hopeless romantic you are, you thought it was some kind of love letter so you tore open the letter and read it. In the midst of the paragraph, you feel a pang of guilt as the letter has only to do with family matters. You cursed yourself, and felt sorry for the sender and immediately returned the letter to the signed name 'Fred Weasley' with an attached paper for explanation.
A few days after, you received a letter a letter from him, this time with your name as the addressee. Fred apolagised and offered his gratitude for returning his letter, as it was his mistake for writing the wrong address after all.. And that ladies and gents, was the story on how your friendship was formed.
Although the two of you had exchanged numbers on paper, you fancied the idea of continuing to use the old method with letters, as it was a reminder of how the two of you had gotten to know each other. Fred had always been open about his family and business to you. The both of you admitted that you weren't romantically involved with anyone, but decided to leave that topic 2 years ago. Surely, if he was in a relationship, he'd let you know anyway.
The more often you and Fred exchanged letters, the more you felt a tinge of excitement as he expresses his life and thoughts to you, hoping he'd feel the same. Sometimes, you'd spend endless nights rereading a few old letters of his which you cherished in a wooden box, paragraphs memorised.
Fred took you to meet his family on the third year of your friendship, even Hermione who was Fred's future sister-in-law back then was there. Molly Weasley had sent you presents for Christmas since then, which contained her self-made sweaters. You wondered how much Fred mentioned you to the Weasleys.
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Later that week, Fred gave you a call, arranging your meeting for an evening. As soon as you saw the red-head arrive on your front door, you smiled and embraced him in a friendly hug. Fred, who was towering over you, looked the same as he always did; charming, with freckles painted on the bridge of his nose, enough to sway any girl’s feet.
"How's my pumpkin doing?" he grins, with a raised brow. You feel your face heating from the sound of his low-pitched voice calling the nickname he gave you 4 years ago. "I'm doing fine, Freddie." you said, returning his grin. The two of you immediately caught yourselves in a conversation on the journey. Clueless as to where Fred was taking you.
"Are you trying to kidnap me?" you scoffed jokingly, after the fourth time you had asked Fred for the destination while he was continuously refusing. "Pumpkin, I would have ordered someone to bring you to my hotel if I was." he winked, glancing sideways at you, making your cheeks blow bright pink in the shadow of the night. "But then again, I won't be kidnapping if I don't do it myself".
Finally, the two of you arrived at a coffee shop, "Is this the 'surprise', Freddie?" you asked him, getting out of the car.
"Not exactly." he smiles. The smell of baked muffins hit your nostrils as you enter the shop. Fred led you to a seat while you silently followed him, he stopped at a corner table next to a huge window, a girl with long black hair was already occupied.
"Y/N, I'd like to introduce you to Grace, my girlfriend." Fred turns to you with a prideful grin plastered across his face. "Darling, this is my best friend, Y/N." You felt your heart stop. Following his gaze, your eyes landed on the girl appearing to be his girlfriend, smile up at you, showing her pearly white teeth. Quickly pushing your overfilled thoughts away, you shook her hand, the room suddenly became insufferable. You forced a smile as you hesitantly took the seat opposite to them.
"Since, you're my best friend and all, I thought the two of you should meet." Even though he sounded as if it was meant for you, he didn't spare you a single glance. "Yes, Y/N. Seeing how much you meant to him and all." Grace smiled slightly, "I mean.. as friends." Grace added pressing the word 'friends'. You could’ve sworn you saw a sly look in her icy blue eyes, but shook it off, trying your best to act natural, smiling back at her sweetly.
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Every time you glanced at Fred, you felt a stinging pain in your chest; maybe you were just feeling protective over him? But does that include wanting to have him all for yourself, as selfish as it is? It felt wrong with the idea of loving your best friend, but it felt right loving him.
Regretfully, you felt like an idiot for not recognizing your feelings sooner and denying them. The missed opportunities you could have experienced if you had just revealed your true feelings to him whether it was on paper, on phone or even in person. Were you just scared of ruining your friendship?
Sara and Delilah noticed your change in behaviour when Fred’s name pops up in random conversations, until one night you burst into tears and poured your bottled-up feelings onto them. It didn't help matters when you and Fred met, the blue-eyed minkle always tagged along. When Fred wasn't around, she bared her venom-like teeth. "I've seen the way you look at Fred, I'm not stupid."
And from there onwards…
"You're too immature for Freddie."
…you started knowing her more than Fred ever will.
"The two of you have been friends for what? A decade? He's known me a year, guess we all know who he sees as his lover and who as a friend."
That last statement hurt enough for you to have to restrain yourself from slapping the smirk off her face as she said it. You tried your best to act normally in front of Fred, but you knew seeing them together was a pain too unbearable for you to handle, so you declined his hangout calls and started seeing him less and less.
The last thing you wanted was to destroy their relationship by breaking down in front of the person you cared for, and revealing Grace's true colours. Knowing Fred, he'd side with you and break up with Grace, but seeing them together made you realise how happy they were. Fred deserved the happiness Grace brought him. And you’re well aware that the feelings he shared with her were much more in depth than the ones he shared with you, because when he looks at her, his face says it all
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A/N : Hi ! This is Luna, SO the ending wasn’t what I had in mind but overall, this story gives me victorian era vibes idk why lmao. OMG all my love goes to Celeste for helping me edit this, please reblog and comment if you like this fic :) We haven’t been active lately due to studying and all, but now we’re back with more fics. + taglist form up soon 🤝
The time has come. The time to mourn. The time to regret. The time to comfort.
Here you are, looking directly at what was once your boyfriend's happy and cheerful face. Fred Weasley was your everything, your everything is gone. You turn to look at the one person that you could confide in, George. The tears that had been pooling in your eyes broke loose as soon as he looked at you. You had never seen either of the twins look so lifeless. George’s eyes were tinged pink from the constant rubbing and the steady stream of salty tears falling from his eyes and onto his cheeks. You heard his sob, and at first, you weren't sure if it was George’s or yours. His arms immediately wrapped around you and pulled you as close as possible. The sound of the ginger’s weeping was the only sound filling your ears, and the room for that matter. You had a perfect view of Fred, George’s back turned to the casket as you faced it. You couldn’t stop looking. How could it have all gone so wrong? He was one of the strongest men you knew, yet there he was, waiting to be buried and forgotten. You would never forget. Fred looked so peaceful but so peaceful that it gave you eery feeling. A Weasley was never this quiet and still. Tears cascade down your face as you and your best friend cling to the other for dear life, for consolement. A best friend and a brother was being buried today, and the worst part is he was once yours
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The whiskey falls from his lips and dribbles down his chin as he reclines himself in the living room. Your father hadn’t been the same since your mother died- so much that he joined the Death Eaters to repay the muggles for taking your mother from you.
You stare at him as you make your way through the hallway until he’s out of sight. He’s always drunk now. Always laying in that brown leather recliner, spilling whiskey and bourbon down the front of his once-nice button down work shirt. You aren’t even sure he goes to work anymore. He just drinks. He doesn’t even know you exist.
Draco stands in your room, waiting patiently for you.
“Everything alright, love?”
“Yeah, fine,” you say softly. You grab your trunk from under the bed and place it softly atop your sheets.
“Come on, we don’t have much time. Father’s waiting for us at the Manor,” Draco says. He carefully opens your wardrobe and helps you place your clothes inside. “I know things are tough right now, Y/N, but I promise you that you’ll get through it, and I’ll be here every step of the way.”
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Malfoy Manor is just as grand as you’d always imagined it would be. Tall ceilings, pillars, marble floors and countertops- everything is sparkling clean and white and crisp.
“Wow,” the word escapes your lips before you can stop it. Draco smirks down at you.
“Like it? It’ll be ours someday, if you want it,” he says proudly. “Come, I’ll show you where you’ll be staying and take you on a house tour.”
Draco extends his hand and you take it at once, falling in line to his own expectations. He leads you up a marble staircase and to the right, then down a long hallway that you could easily get lost in. He stops right outside of a white door and opens it slowly, ushering you inside.
A king-sized mahogany bed sits in the middle of the room. The sheets are a deep charcoal and look silky to the touch. An empty wardrobe sits across the room, next to a marble fireplace.
“This is beautiful, Draco,” you smile. “Thank you for letting me stay.”
“Christmas wouldn’t have been the same without you, anyways,” he smiles, gazing down at you. He motions to two doors on the far-left side of the room. “The bathroom is right through there. It’s shared with my own, and this door leads to my bedroom. It’s always unlocked should you need me.”
His hand is at the small of your back, and his lips sweep across your hair as he makes his leave, closing the door behind him. Sighing softly, you sit down on the bed, rubbing your fingers across the satin sheets.
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Christmas morning is awkward, to say the least. Narcissa Malfoy is as nice as can be expected, but Lucius doesn’t say one word throughout the day. Well, not until you prepare to take your leave for the evening portion of the Christmas holidays.
“My apologies, I must’ve heard you wrong,” he drawls. You look to Draco nervously, who doesn’t meet your gaze. “Surely you aren’t planning on spending the evening with the Weasleys, of all people.”
“Actually,” you start politely. “I am. The twins are good friends of mine, and I’m going for a visit for the holidays.”
“How are you to marry my son when you are too busy hanging around with riff-raff like the Weasleys,” he spits down at you.
“Lucius,” Narcissa starts. “The girl had a life before you went off making deals with people.”
“Indeed, but the deal has been made and that life is no more,” he sneers. “If you leave you will not be welcomed back.”
“Enough, Father,” Draco says. “I will accompany her, and we will be back before midnight.”
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Christmas dinner is tense, to say the least. Harry and Hermione were also joining the family for dinner, and they sit across from you and Draco, picking at their food, staring at their plates. George sits to your left, chomping away at his steak and potatoes like nothing were wrong.
“You gonna eat that?” He asks, stabbing his fork through one of your potatoes.
“George Weasley, put that down! There’s plenty on this table, you don’t have to eat the poor girl’s food,” Mrs. Weasley screeches. “Sorry, dear. Please help yourself to more, there’s enough to go around.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley. Draco and I appreciate you having us,” you smile. George smiles over at you, and you up at him.
“Happy Christmas, Y/N,” he says quietly, so only the two of you can hear.
“Happy Christmas, George.”
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Standing in the hallway of the Burrow, you lean against the wall, laughing up at Fred and George as they show you their newest creation.
“How you two manage to bring such light in such difficult times, I may never know,” you giggle.
“Life is too short to not laugh all the time,” Fred bellows, throwing another Weasley Whacker into the air. You watch in astonishment as the little firework explodes in midair, throwing around red and blue sparks, illuminating your faces.
George watches your smile as you watch Weasley Whacker after Weasley Whacker, your eyes lighting up with the fireworks. “Fred, mate, could you give us a minute? I need to speak to Y/N.”
“Sure,” Fred grins. He wiggles his eyebrows at you before he disappears into his and Fred’s shared bedroom.
George leads you to the top row of the stairs and motions for you to sit next to him.
“Is everything alright?”
“Yes, don’t worry,” George smiles reassuringly. “I just wanted to know what was up with you and Malfoy. Doesn’t seem your type.”
“Oh, that,” your heart skips in your chest and you quickly hug your knees. “It’s a long and complicated story.”
George knocks his knee into yours. He leans forward, wrapping his own arms around his knees. “Give me the short version, then?”
“Short version,” you say, testing out the phrase. “Alright, well… After my mum was killed, Father made a deal with Lucius Malfoy. I’m to marry Draco after Hogwarts. Father thinks the Malfoys can give me a ‘prosperous life,’ to quote him.”
“That’s outrageous,” George murmurs, shaking his head. “You don’t have to go through with this.”
“I wish I could believe you, George.”
“Give me one good reason why you should,” he demands, now turning to face you completely.
“It’s not that simple,” you argue.
“But it is!”
“Because George,” you start, your hands shaking. “Because my mother’s last words to me were to take care of my father. And he thinks by setting this up for me, it’s him taking care of me. The least I can do is be cooperative.”
“I can understand being cooperative, but letting him ruin your life like this? It seems mental,” he says, shaking his head.
“I know how it seems,” you whisper, your eyes cast down. “But you don’t have to see him sitting in that chair every day, drinking himself to death.”
George takes your hands in his own, his gaze focused and intense.
“What if we show him that there’s another option?”
“What do you mean?”
“I can give you more than a prosperous life, Y/N, I can give you happiness, joy, a fulfilled life that you can look back on and be proud of,” he insists, his eyes searching your own.
Your heart pounds as you look up at him, searching his eyes for some kind of joke or prank but he’s serious. Your head swims as you consider your time with Draco over the past five months. Sure, sometimes he could be pompous and rude, but other times he could be incredibly sweet, charming, funny, and everything you could ever ask for in a man. There were also the nights that he’d sweep you up to his dorm and worship you for hours on end. He takes care of you in a way you didn’t know that you needed. Imagining life without him seems almost unbearable. Draco is it for you.
“George,” you start, pulling your hands away. You knew who you would choose if it came down to it, but you’re sure he wouldn’t like the answer. “Draco can give me those same things, and maybe even more. But it’s not about what either of you can give me, I do hope you know that. I love you, George, you’re like my best friend. I’ll never forgive myself if I ruin our friendship with something as fickle as empty promises and feelings.”
George pulls away from you, his lips parting, but before he can say anything, Draco appears at the bottom of the stairs, what feels like miles away from you and George.
“Darling, we must be getting back,” he says, holding his hand out to you. Sure, playing the part of the rich girl was something you never expected for yourself, but Draco made you whole when you didn’t even know you had pieces missing.
You lean over and kiss George on the cheek softly, then stand and meet Draco at the bottom of the stairs. He tucks you under his arm.
“Thank you for dinner, Mrs. Weasley,” you say politely, giving her a brief hug. “It was so wonderful. I think I’ll be full for all the days that come.”
“You’re more than welcome, sweetheart. You’re always invited to a Weasley family dinner,” she strokes your hair, and it makes you miss your own mother. Before your eyes can well with tears, Draco thanks her and Arthur, and bids everyone a goodnight.
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Despite the blazing fire, your room is cold. There is an unmistakable chill that seeps down to your core and for some reason, no matter how wrapped up in your blankets you are, you cannot escape it.
You creep into Draco’s room from the attaching door in your own.
“Draco?” You whisper.
“Beds aren’t the same without you, either,” he whispers back.
A smile spreads across your face as you climb into bed with him, cuddling up to his chest. His fingers find your hair in the routine way that they do, and he strokes softly, kissing your forehead every now and then.
“Thank you for coming with me tonight,” you say after a stretch of silence.
“Of course, darling. I know how much the Weasleys mean to you,” he says, a hint of malice in his voice. “Thought I cannot fathom why.”
“Draco,” you warn.
“I know, I know,” he sighs, and you can’t help the giggle that penetrates the stillness of the room. He was trying and that was enough for you. “I thought I was quite pleasant tonight.”
“I thought you were, too.”
“I heard what George said to you,” he whispers so softly you questioned whether you heard him correctly.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he nods.
“Any thoughts?”
Draco shrugs. “Maybe he’s right. You light up when you’re around him. Maybe you’d be better off, happier even, with him.”
“I think you’re wrong,” you whisper, pulling away from him. You sit up on your elbow to gaze down at him, your fingers wringing through the spattering of white blond hair on his chest.
“Why would you think that? We didn’t even know each other until after the funeral,” he says, avoiding your gaze.
“Because I’m at my happiest when I’m with you,” you whisper. It’s a simple sentence, but for Draco, it holds so much weight. He wraps his arm tighter around you and pulls you down to his chest once more, kissing your hair repeatedly.
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The holidays go just as quickly as they came, and soon, you’re back at Hogwarts, avoiding most everyone but Luna and using all your free time to occupy Draco and help him with his task.
“I should’ve studied more over the holiday,” he snarls, wiping a hand down his face. It’d only been three days since you’d returned to school, and already his eyes were sunken in and dull. He’d grown more and more impatient as he tried and failed continuously to fix the vanishing cabinet.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” You ask, sitting next to him in the common room. He’d surrounded himself with so many book you had to scoot piles over just to accompany him.
“No, it’s alright,” he mumbles, resting his forehead in his hand. “I’m gonna head up, it’s way too late for either of us to be awake. Besides, you don’t want to get caught sneaking about this time of night.”
“Don’t worry about me, Draco,” you laugh, tucking a stray hair away from his eyes. “Let me come up for a minute? Just to say goodnight?”
“I suppose I can accept that,” he teases, the color slowly coming back to his cheeks. He stands and holds out his hand, as he always does.
You walk behind him to his shared dormitory with Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise who were already asleep. You make yourself comfortable on Draco’s bed, watching him as he slowly unbuttons his shirt.
“Like what you see?” He grins as he loosens his tie. He tosses it at you and motions for you to be quiet.
“Careful there,” you grin.
He finishes removing his shirt and pants, and you thought you’d never grow tired of seeing his bare chest. He’s lean but strong, and his long arms are the perfect length to wrap fully around you. Draco crawls to you on the bed and collapses on your chest, sighing softly.
“This task is absolutely mental,” he whispers. “I don’t understand it or why it was assigned to me.”
“I know,” you hum, stroking his hair and holding him to you. “I think you’re so incredibly brave.”
“It’s either kill Dumbledore or He kills my parents,” he shakes his head. “I don’t think that’s fair. I’m being asked to choose between the two people who raised me and one of the only people who has ever believed in me.”
“It isn’t fair. That’s what makes it so awful.”
Draco is silent for a while; you even your breathing, finding a rhythm with your fingers in his hair. Soon, he’s snoring as softly as Blaise, and you scoot out from beneath him, trying your best to not wake him from his slumber.
Finally free, you cover his body with the comforter and tuck him in. You kiss his forehead softly and run your fingers through his hair one last time before retiring to your own room.
“Goodnight, Draco,” you whisper.
Despite his coming wrongdoings and the treacherous views of his family, you truly believe in your heart that Draco will be an amazing husband and will take care of you the same way you want to take care of him. After all, Draco is it for you.
