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shut up…and kiss me

gn!reader x george weasley

words: 1121

summary: y/n is tired of the stupid pranks the Weasley twins pull, but despite this, they can’t help but find one of them so lovable.

“It’s every day with these stupid pranks.”

“You don’t have to take the fun out of everything,” Lee says with a grin. We’re sitting at our table in the back of the charms classroom. The class has just ended, but Lee and I have nowhere to be. Somehow, we lucked out with having a free period before lunch, giving us extra time to goof off.

“I just want to pass this class. I shouldn’t have to worry which class the Weasley twins will blow up next.” Lee rolls his eyes, but I don’t feel wrong for what I said. Usually, with this free time, we would go to the quidditch pitch to mess around and inevitably terrorize Oliver Wood because of it. Or at the very least, we would get to relax in the common room, but I’d been trying to avoid the twins ever since their pranks started getting shockingly extreme.

“In their defense, I don’t think they’ve ever blown up an entire classroom.”

“Yet,” I mumble. Lee says their pranks are getting more extreme because we’re about to graduate, so there are fewer consequences. I say it’s because they’re getting more deranged.

“Awe, you don’t like our pranks?” I quickly turn my head to the right to see Fred’s head poking between Lee's and my shoulders. It’d be comedic if his ability to be sneaky wasn’t so terrifying.

“We just want to entertain the masses.” I swivel my head to the left to find George hovering over my other shoulder. He’s closer than Fred was, and the smell of pine radiates off him. It overshadows the smell of fireworks and candy that linger on his clothes, most likely from his new inventions. It combines to make a warm smell that I could wrap myself in on a cold day.

“Well, clearly y/n is not part of the masses, because they don’t seem to be having much fun,” Lee mocks. Fred and George pout while Lee tries his best to keep from laughing his ass off.

“You don’t like our pranks?” Fred asks as he jabs his index finger into my cheek.

“That’s just pitiful,” George says. He leans his head against my shoulder and lets out a deep sigh. From the right, I can tell Lee and Fred are giggling. A part of me wants to say something, or to shut them up, but the other part of me wants George to stay leaned up against me for eternity. As I’m contemplating my choices, George lifts his head.

“Time to go, Feorge?” Fred asks his twin.

“We have mischief to manage elsewhere, Gred,” George responds with a serious look. My suspicion that they’re maniacs grows rapidly.

“I have never understood those nicknames they have for each other,” I tell Lee once the twins are out of the room.

“I have never understood how you and George aren’t dating yet.” I shoot him a grim look, but he just returns it with a toothy smile.

“I don’t know what makes you think I’m interested in that miscreant.”

“Well, the fact I have eyes capable of seeing past your bullshit makes me know you want him. I see the way your eyes linger on his lips and the way you two always keep physical contact for just a bit too long, and let’s not forget the time Gryffindor won a quidditch match against Slytherin and you ran over to the field and hugged him for like ten minutes.”

“Maybe I’m just passionate about quidditch,” I counter. Lee laughs in my face, but when he realizes I’m serious, his smile drops.

“If you were passionate about quidditch, you’d be dating Wood, not drooling over George.”

“Hey! I do not drool,” I scoff, and he just rolls his eyes.

“Well, since you’re so passionate about quidditch, let’s go study by the pitch,” he suggests hopefully. He suggests going there so much that I consider he could be the one in love with Wood.

As we make our way down to the pitch, I hear soft music, which is a shock because I’d usually hear the whirling of brooms and yelling amongst teammates. As we round the corner, I turn to see George Weasley standing alone on the quidditch pitch. He’s taken off his school robe and just has on his white button-down and black trousers. Small candles that gently hover above the ground circle him while he holds out his hand in my direction.

“Now, go talk to him,” Lee says mischievously as he lightly shoves me forward before walking away in the other direction. I guarantee that he and Fred will be spying on George and me this entire time. I stand in front of George and slowly take his hand as the music continues to softly play in the background. It’s a song I’ve never heard before, but I can tell it’s French, and I can tell that it’s the type of song you slow dance to. As George takes my hand, pulling me close, he begins to slowly waltz with me on the field.

“How did you manage this?”

“I had to beg Wood to reserve the quidditch pitch so I could use it,” he says with his face tucked into my hair. I can hear his smile, and I’m impressed he worked something like this out.

“How’d you convince Wood to go for that?” My question is just louder than a whisper so I don’t disrupt the music as we continue to dance.

“I’m going to prank the Slytherin quidditch captain in return,” he tells me with a quiet laugh, and I can't help but smile. “I love to be near you,” he continues, “as crazy as I might sound, I wouldn’t want to love anyone but you.” My face heats up with his words, but he just holds me tighter.

“As stupid as I find some of your pranks, I wouldn’t want to spend a second away from you,” I admit. It’s something I never thought I’d hear myself say out loud, but I’m happy to finally get it off my chest. He gently pulls himself away from me and stops dancing. I look up at him nervously, hoping I didn’t say the wrong thing, but before he gives me that chance to apologize, he’s already got one hand holding my jaw. He pushes himself towards me again, and I feel his soft lips meet mine. The kiss quickly turns passionate, and my thoughts become jumbled.

“So, would it be safe to say we’re dating now?” He asks with a cheeky grin as he pulls out of the kiss.

“I think it would be safe to say that,” I assure, right before pushing us back into the kiss.

For my peers who relate to Fred weasley ✨🧡

the boy who has everything// [f.w.]

Summary: Fred and you have been secretly going steady since the end of your fifth year. Now that he and George are making their grand exit to follow their dreams, you are struggling to come up with the perfect parting gift.

Inspired by: https://open.spotify.com/track/37hblhCnC5YzhDQH58Rgpi?si=0EISnLcTRE2mctlIXNObTA

Warnings: Angst, Malfoy!Reader, difficult home life, neglect mentioned

A/N: Currently going through a bit of a writers block that definitely came from school, but I thought something to do with my fav boy would help clear my mind. Just want some input from ya’ll, would you be interested in me starting to take requests? Also, low-key miss having mutuals before I decided to completely start over lol. Also, why does ‘each other’ look wrong to me? Like I am a native English speaker but the words just like sus...

Word Count: 2.2k

    The numerous differences between your childhood and your boyfriend’s were anything but subtle.

    Growing up, you felt as if you were a puppet being dangled for the world to see. Your mother, Narcissa Malfoy, was a complex woman; She obviously loved you very much. She held you, but never longer than it took to keep your tears at bay. Lucius Malfoy, on the other hand, was your father in blood only. His disdain for your lack of enthusiasm regarding blood purity was obvious. He had never once in your 18 years on Earth said ‘I love you’, or even a simple ‘I’m proud of you’. Until the day came where you were willing to take the dark mark and fight on behalf of Lord Voldemort, you would be nothing in your parents’ eyes besides a test child before Draco’s birth.

    Now, from what Fred had told you, his childhood was seemingly filled with sunshine and rainbows. He spent his summers wading in the pond near the Burrow, listening to the chirp of crickets and giggles of his numerous siblings. The entire family was open about showing their love in words and actions. Molly and Arthur, despite not being particularly rich, would give the clothes off their backs if it meant their children would never have to experience fear in any capacity. Fred always had a playmate, and never did he have to go through life fearing being expelled from the family home for his opinions.

    In the simplest of terms, Fred and you were complete opposites. Your similarities were found in the small things; the way you both were headstrong and loyal, and most of all...

   You both despised Filch. Fred had saved your butt from being caught in the halls after dark at the beginning of 5th year. He had decided then and there that despite the fact that you were in a different house, you simply had to be more than another member of the besmirched sacred twenty-eight. He knew from the second you were taking his outstretched hand in the dimly lit corridors that no matter what, you both were destined to be in each others’ lives. As he led you down a secret passage to the sound of Mrs. Norris’ eardrum-rattling mewls, you knew that the idea that he was just another impoverished ginger from the Weasley family was anything but true. Despite all the odds, that night was what laid down the foundations for you and Fred to become more than just another member of the family feud.

    Going on almost 2 years later, and your relationship had shifted from what was a slightly odd friendship to an unexpected relationship. Fred and George were now planning their grand escape for sometime after the Easter holidays, but you had a totally different date on your mind; April 1st.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

    “Oi, Weasley! You are a whole 42 seconds late!” You giggled, and Fred simply chuckled before dropping his books next to yours.

    It was rare for Fred to be on time, but he always made an effort (and usually succeeded) for you. Due to your obvious difference in house loyalty, the easiest way you found to spend time together was to carve out 2 afternoons each week to just bask in each others’ presence. Every Monday and Friday (unless there was a quidditch match), you would meet Fred in a secluded corner of the courtyard. The two of you would goof around study, snack on some treats from Honeydukes, or simply lie back and enjoy the sunset while talking about whatever came up.

    “So, anything big happen today, love?” Fred pecked you on the cheek quickly before dropping his head on your shoulder.

    “Just the usual. Apparently, my mother has finally given up on sending me howlers to come home.”

    “Y/N, mum already said she would love for you to come and stay with us during the holidays. You could come get a feel for the family over the holidays next week, and you would finally get to see what the Weasley-Twin-Birthday-Bonanza is like!”

    “You mean watch your aunt call you George for a whole evening while asking why you aren’t a prefect? Oh, I am so in.” The ginger made a face of mock offense while dramatically huffing into the shoulder of your robes. “That reminds me, will you finally cave and tell me what you want for your birthday?”

    “Love, I don’t want anything at all. Having my gal be there for the big one-eight is more than I could ever ask for.”

    Money was no issue; Your mother had continued sending you a small allowance, most likely in the hopes that it would sway you to ‘do the right thing’. Fred had always made an effort to get you a new charm for your bracelet for your birthday, which most likely cost him a few weeks in sales, so of course you wanted to return the favor and find the perfect gift. Last year, you had crocheted him a plush lion wearing a Gryffindor-themed scarf and he had loved it. For some reason, though, you couldn’t help but feel like you needed to find him something bigger and better for his final birthday as a Hogwarts student.

    “If you say so, Fred. Just don’t complain when you open my gift and it’s a pair of socks embroidered with little kittens.” Fred simply smiled and grabbed your hand that was previously tapping on the edge of your potions textbook.

    “I’ll wear them with pride.”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

    “Ginny, please tell me you have some amazing idea for a gift that I haven’t thought of....” Ginny grimaced as you sunk into the wooden chair, obviously aware that this meeting you had called in the library wasn’t just to give her some advice in terms of course selection.

    “Well... um... maybe you could bring him some muggle joke products? He really gets quite a kick out of them.” The apples of Ginny’s round cheeks became rosy, and she awkwardly rubbed at the back of her neck. “I mean, no offense, but couldn’t you just ask him?”

    “I tried that already. At this rate, he will be turning 19 before I figure out what to get him...” A puff of air escaped your chapped lips, and you once again found yourself nibbling on them in thought.

    “Well, here you are, big sis! Trying to figure out a gift for your git of a boyfriend?” Draco’s familiar greasy head popped out from behind the shelf before the young wizard marched up to you directly. “Do us all a favor, give him a little ‘life sans Y/N’... Merlin knows his parents probably don’t want a child of dark lord sympathizers at their shack anyways.”

    “Shut up, Draco...” Before Ginny could attempt to soothe your anger, you had up and left the room.

    “Psh, serves her right anyways...” A resounding smack was heard as Ginny wacked the platinum-headed goon on the back with the heaviest textbook lying nearby.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

    It wasn’t like doubt surrounding your relationship had never been an issue before. You often found yourself wondering if your company was putting Fred in danger, especially considering the current climate surrounding the resurgence in death eater activity. Fred had always tried to quell your worries, but sweet words and gentle kisses could only do so much. You and Fred knew how you both felt towards each other, but it seemed like the world was against you some days.

    Maybe Draco is right, he could get out of here and find a nice girl with normal parents to settle down with. After all, who wants to be known as the significant other of a Malfoy?

    A single tear slipped out of the corner of your eye, but you quickly dabbed it away with the edge of your sleeve to avoid grabbing attention from any of your housemates. The only perk you found that happened to come with being sorted into Slytherin like the rest of your family was that it was far enough away that you knew Fred wouldn’t find out if you spent any time sulking about your common room. For once, the slam of the heavy dungeon doors brought you comfort instead of a nagging chill.

    Fred isn’t like me. He has everything he could ever want... All I do is create more stress for him.

    Ignoring the harsh gaze of your housemates, you slipped into your dorm and found yourself slinking to bed without so much as slipping off your robes. Pulling the emerald comforters over your head, you let yourself slip into a restless sleep.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

    It was finally the day before the Easter holidays, and Hogwarts was more alive than ever. Young couples were spending their last day on campus wandering the corridors, groups of friends sat laughing and promising to write letters on what they each planned to bring back, and even some people that swore they were enemies seemed to be acting more hospitable. It must’ve been nice to not be spending the morning trying to calm your beating heart and convincing yourself that what you are doing isn’t wrong.

    “Hey Lovey! Have you finished packing yet?”

    “Well... not exactly, Freddie.” Fred’s face dropped, and he took your hand in his.

    “Is this about my aunt? I promise you won’t even have to say more than a simple ‘hello’ to her.” The mere mention of Fred’s Auntie Muriel almost cracked your tough exterior.

    “I can’t come home with you, Freddie. There is no way your family wants to spend their holiday break with the daughter of Lucius Malfoy. Look, I mean... here’s your gift. Just please promise to wait till you get to the station to open it.”

    Fred opened his mouth to argue, but you had already turned away as to avoid him seeing hot tears trail down your cheeks. You would have to be insane to go and willingly spend your holiday alone in the Malfoy Manor. There would be no family meals, especially now that all your parent’s energy went towards providing shelter for the death eaters. As you stumbled away to make your way back to your dorm to finish packing, Fred’s warm hand grasped your shoulder.

    “Please. Y/N, all I want is to be able to spend every day of this holiday mucking about with you. I know why you want to go home, and I’m telling you as your boyfriend and best friend to not do it. Just please, grant me a birthday wish... come home with me.”

    Fred drew you into his chest, and you found yourself clutching onto his striped button-up as if it would save your life. His larger hands rubbed across your back, and he pressed a small kiss on the top of your head.

    “Are you really sure about this, Fred? I wouldn’t want to make your mum and dad uncomfortable, or even your older brothers for that matter.”

    “Y/N, my love, the light of my life, just come home. If you can manage to get George to like you more than he likes me, I promise you the rest of my family will love you.” His signature smirk spread on his freckled face, and he pressed a quick peck on the tip of your nose.

    “Now, let’s go get you packed, Y/N.”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

    “Oi, Fred, what’s in the box?” George elbowed his brother while somewhat attempting to be quiet. The train ride was almost over, and you had resorted to using the seat opposite to the twins as a temporary napping spot.

    “I nearly forgot I had it on me to be quite honest. Do you think I should open it even though she is coming with us?”

    “She said to open it at the station, but we are obviously past that point, so please just open it!” George bounced in his seat, and Fred gave in to temptation. He unwrapped the ribbon holding the small box shut, opened the lid, and discovered a dainty chain with a circular pendant hanging on the end.

    “Is that a size reference for your-”

    “George! Shut up, you dimwit. I think it might be a mirror-glass type thing, but I genuinely have no idea...”

    “Freddie, bring it to your eye and look through it.” The twins both jumped as you rolled over, clearly no longer asleep.

    Fred brought the pendant to his right eye, squinted, and his immediate smile couldn’t be contained. When held at the right distance, he could see a small picture of you and him from your first date at Hogsmeade. He was much more lanky and awkward looking, and you were almost matched in height. The smile you both shared in the photo warmed his heart to no end, and Fred found himself having to gather his emotions from the memories he had of that day. 

    The ginger all but leapt to your side of the cart, and he wrapped his arm around your still-sleepy figure. He squeezed you tightly to his side before leaning in to whisper something in your ear without allowing George to hear.

    “It’s perfect, my love.”

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

~Post-fic A/N: I hope this was a good read for you guys! I am definitely on the verge of passing out, but proofreading is superior to sleep (jk). Anyways, if anything comes to mind, don’t hesitate to reach out or send in an ask! I love interacting with you guys, even if it is just a brief hello! :) ~

mirrorball // [g.w.]

sequel to tolerate it

warnings: angst, fem!reader

summary: It’s been 2 weeks since George told you he has a date to the yule ball. As of now, it’s the night before and you are reflecting on your feelings for him and wondering if you can continue as his best friend.

word count: 1.5k

A/N: So, here it is! I am hoping to get this posted as soon as possible for those of you who wanted to see a part 2 to tolerate it. I had a really difficult time deciding on how I wanted to end this, and I really hope it pleases you guys (not sure I’m happy with the ending, but that is to be expected). Sorry in advance for any errors, as this is a one-woman show and I sometimes miss my own mistakes. :) Special thanks to @ajusquishy for being the first to ask about this addition to tolerate it!

*****

I want you to know I'm a mirrorball I'll show you every version of yourself tonight

The past 2 weeks had been the most difficult time of your life. George had been following Alicia around like a lost puppy, and even Fred was getting sick of it. Oddly enough, it seemed like George couldn’t get through one interaction with you without mentioning the girl’s name.

“Oh Y/N, we decided to match my tie to her dress!”

“Did you know she said I am the cutest quidditch player she has ever met?”

“I’m thinking about asking mum to knit her a sweater this Christmas!”

At first you could handle it. As his best friend of nearly 6 years, it was your job to handle it. Why didn’t that make any of this easier?

There wasn’t a change in George that you had neglected to notice. Hell, your heart dropped when he showed up with a new bruise after quidditch practice. You were the one who had told him to grow his hair out (and damn, was that a good piece of advice). George had even been with you when he chose his first pair of dress robes for merlin’s sake!

Molly Weasley saw you as her stand-in while the boys and Ginny were at Hogwarts. Of course, she didn’t know that George and Fred had grown in their pranking abilities thanks to your sugar-sweet exterior, but that didn’t change the role you played in the Weasley children’s life. You were the responsible friend who also just happened to lead a double life when it came to the twins.  It was thanks to you that they had received only 3 detentions this quarter, and it was their fault that you now had an affinity for “accidentally” leaving dung bombs in the outer pockets of Cormac McLaggen’s bag.

“Hey, Y/N... I haven’t seen you around much. You aren’t avoiding me, are ya?” George’s baritone voice broke you out of your thoughts. He settled his arms on the top of your head, and sighed deeply, letting his head drop. “Fred and I need your help figuring out what the best escape route from the dungeons is.”

“Go ask Lee, he can do some math too.” Yes, you were being harsh, but George’s presence was enough to shatter any semblance of self control you still had left.  “Now, if you excuse me, I have a study date with some ancient runes and Hermione.”

As you stalked out of the common room, George couldn’t bear to bring up how he hadn’t been able to come up with any solid pranks in exactly 14 days.

*****

You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes Spinning in my highest heels, love Shining just for you

Tonight was the night; your hair was curled to perfection, and the gown your mother had sent you was the color of holly. The heels you had strapped on were a matte black dusted with the occasional piece of red glitter. Despite the fact that George was not your date, you couldn’t help my let your thoughts drift to him as you got ready. Would he think you looked pretty? Would he think you looked as good as her?

Lee tapped you on the shoulder, and you steadied yourself before letting him gently grab your hand. “Don’t let that prat get you down. You look like a goddess, Y/N. Now, let’s go show Georgie what he is missing.” 

Lee was a great friend for doing this for you; he knew about your feelings (Fred apparently can’t keep his mouth shut), and immediately became set on helping you get back on your feet. He had become your greatest cheerleader as of late, and claimed that George doesn’t know it, but he definitely has feelings for you.

As you both walked into the great hall, you couldn’t help but let out a gasp. There were snowflakes and all types of seasonal decor strung up across the room, and it was almost like the room had transformed into a winter dreamscape. Fred and George had beat you there, already sipping punch with Angelina and Alicia.

“You boys clean up nice.” The twins and Lee let out a chorus of ‘hey’s, clearly displeased with your mockery of their appearances.

“Oi, I was betting 5 galleons that Fred would show up in his trainers...” George’s voice was surprisingly meek, almost as if he was looking for your approval with his jabs towards his brother.

The boys immediately began discussing their plan to spike the punch bowl with firewhiskey, and Angelina and Alicia launched into a conversation about where they had purchased their gowns. You felt more than out of place at this point, and decided to relocate after notifying Lee that you’d be fine on your own for a bit. Almost immediately after, Angelina went to distract McGonagall while Fred and Lee snuck under the table of refreshments.

You went to talk with Hermione and the younger trio, and were drawn into a lesson in muggle dancing.

“No, Ron, that is not how you hit the woah.” (I’m sorry I felt so inclined to include this cuz the image makes me chuckle lol).

“Well, ‘Mione, why don’t you and Y/N show us how this is done then?” Harry and Ron crossed their arms, and Hermione slipped her arm around your shoulders.

“C’mon, Y/N. You look like you could use something fun.” She dragged you onto the dance floor, and you both began dramatically spinning each other to the sound of your wheezing laughter.

If only you had noticed a certain red-headed prankster gazing at you like you had hung the stars in the sky...

*****

You are not like the regulars The masquerade revelers Drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten

Fred and Angelina had taken to the floor as soon as the waltzing began. After watching them twirl to the crescendos of the music, you finally decided enough was enough. All it too was a look at Lee, and he understood what you needed to do. You slipped out of the doors to the great hall, and found yourself wandering amongst the carriages powdered with snow, occasionally stopping to draw shapes into the piles of flakes.

Following five-ish minutes of mucking about, you finally decided to sit on the steps that bridged the courtyard and the hallways. Snowflakes continued floating, but you quickly realized the droplets of water on your face were from small tears and not the weather. Sniffles escaped your nose, and you crossed your arms in a poor attempt to keep warm despite your lack of sleeves.

Out of nowhere, you felt heavy cloth drop onto your bare shoulders.

“Be careful, love. Ya look like you’re halfway to becoming an ice lolly.” George shuffled his long, lanky body onto the steps. You looked at him through your lashes, and he seemed almost squeamish.

“Don’t you have Alicia waiting for you inside? I’m sure she wouldn’t be thrilled to see you out here.”

“Bloody hell, Y/N, I think we have been pretty dense.” Confusion evident on your features, George let his larger hand cover yours. “I didn’t want to ask Alicia. I wanted to ask you.”

“What do you mean? You’ve been talking my ear off about how much you like her for weeks now...”

“I was trying to make you jealous.” Silence overtook the interaction.

“So you’re saying that we both have been blind to our feelings?” 

George let out a small chuckle, and pulled his hand away. To be quite honest, you felt like maybe you had been ignoring the signs: the subtle stares, the extended physical contact, the willingness to be there whenever and wherever you asked him to.

“I think we may want to start over and forget the last few weeks.”

“I think I would quite like that.” You stood up, and brushed the snow off your skirt before extending your hand towards George. “Well, George, the yule ball is in... now... would you like to be my date?”

“I would enjoy that a bunch, Y/N.” He took your hand, and pulled you into his chest. “May have a dance to start off the evening?”

“...There isn’t any music.” You chuckled, but George simply grinned at you before beginning to hum.

“Problem solved. So, may I have this dance?”

“You may.” You dropped your head into the nook of his shoulder, and George began to sway and spin you, leaving 2 pairs of footprints in the snow beneath your feet.

From just beyond your view, Fred, Lee, Angelina, and Alicia let out somewhat of a “oomph” and high-fived each other before turning to go back inside.

Shining just for you.

tolerate it //[g.w.]

Summary: George has always been pretty much in the dark about how you feel about him, yet that hasn’t changed your affections for the ginger-haired boy.

Warnings: Angst, possibly slow burn idk

A/N: Hiya! My blog was pretty dead and I’ve just been reading other’s works on it, but I recently have been pretty torn about starting to write again. I figured that now is as good a time as any, and I hope that anybody who decides to read this enjoys it at least a little. I decided to just write and see where it takes me, so this is probably more of a drabble than anything else. This has not been beta read, and any feedback is appreciated!

Word Count: 884

I sit and watch you reading with your head low I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed

George had all but stumbled into the gryffindor common room after perhaps one of the most rigorous quidditch practices as of late. The tension practically dripped off his skin as he rolled his shoulders back and let out a deep groan.

“Hey Georgie, your face looks almost as red as your hair. Did you have to outrun Filch on the way back or something?” He mockingly laughed at your sarcasm and dropped down onto the couch next to you.

“Nah, we all know Filch can’t run nearly fast enough to tire me out. It’s just Oliver has been a bloody prat since the house cup is coming up...” George wiped his hand across his forehead, gathering the beads of sweat making their way across his hairline.

You giggled, and settled into a comfortable silence as you continued to study. George’s head hung down as he settled into the couch, seemingly lulled into a sleepy state by the intermittent turning of pages. Deciding to sneak a glance at the redhead, you looked up and were greeted by the sight of George’s head bobbing up and down, his eyes fighting to stay open.

“Why don’t you go get cleaned up, and I’ll go sneak us some biscuits from the kitchen. You look too tired to go all the way to the great hall anyways.” George nodded, and heaved himself off of the plush cushions.

“Remind me to have mom send you some cinnamon twists, you deserve them for taking care of me so well.” You giggled, and the two of you parted ways. You nearly sprinted to the kitchen, hoping that you could use up some energy and force your heart to calm down now that George was gone.

*****

I wait by the door like I'm just a kid Use my best colors for your portrait

“Awww, what’cha drawing, Y/N?” Fred made a grab for the sketchbook nestled in your lap, clearly egged on by the laughter of his twin brother and Lee.

“Fred. Give it back.” The way your voice rose shocked the three boys to their cores; In all the time they had known you, you never raised your voice at them. It didn’t matter if you were being used as a means of making a joke, you usually simply giggled and brushed it off. 

Fred turned away from you, and immediately realized why you wanted to keep the book out of his hands. On the open page, you had drawn his younger brother in astonishing detail. Every line was light, yet strategically placed as if you had spent hours painstakingly sketching the boy out. Fred decided it was a better choice to close the book and pass it back to your flushed figure.

“Sorry about that, Y/N. It was only a joke.” Fred stammered, and immediately staggered to place his hands on George and Lee’s broad shoulders. “Why don’t you boys go grab some skiving snackboxes from the dorm, and I’ll give Y/N here a nice shoulder rub for causing her so much grief.”

George and Lee simply chuckled and walked away, the swish of their robes breaking the awkward silence forming between Fred and you.

“You can’t tell George.”

“How long, Y/N?” He dropped next to you on the grass, placing his large hand on your knee as a sign of comfort.

“Look... It’s just a small crush, I’ve had it since 5th year. It’ll probably be gone by the summer. Just please, don’t bring it up.” You dropped your gaze and focused on pulling strands of grass from the area around your ankles. The ferocity with which you tugged on the green blades suggested all Fred needed to know, and he dropped the subject, deciding to focus on moving to knead your tense shoulders instead.

*****

I made you my temple, my mural, my sky Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life

“Y/N, you won’t believe who I just asked to the yule ball!” George practically pounced on you from behind, ripping your focus from the potions essay you were currently writing.

Your heart immediately dropped, but you forced a smile on your face. “Who’s the lucky bird, Georgie?”

“Alicia! I mean, we are just going as mates, but who knows what this could lead to... Maybe I won’t end this year without a gal to send some letters to this summer, if you catch my drift.”

You could always send me letters...

“Well, that’s great for you George! I bet you will make a great couple, even if it is just for the dance for now.” You slammed your notebook shut, and began to gather your things. “Hopefully you both have fun at the ball.”

George noticed your lack of enthusiasm for his small victory, but brushed it off as jealousy seeing as you had no date for the ball yet.

“Hey, Y/N, you know I could always set you up with Lee or one of the lads, right? It’s what best friends do, after all!” The ginger’s voice carried through the common room, but what he couldn’t see was the fat droplets of tears rolling down your cheeks.

Best friends...

Christmas at the Weasleys cause sorrow when Ron receives his maroon sweater

the kiddos!

Fanart creators send you love, beautiful person!

The Weasley's Eye-Colors

Does it bug anybody else that people always get the Weasley’s eye colors wrong? If you’re not quite sure what their eye colors are, here’s some helpful info for ya.

-Molly Weasley has brown eyes, a trait that she passed on to her daughter Ginny and her twin sons Fred and George.

-Arthur Weasley has blue eyes, which he passed on to his son Ron.

It isn’t mentioned in the book what color the other Weasley’s eye colors are. But Harry states in the fourth book that Charlie looks like the twins (shorter and stockier then Ron and Percy) which means that these three take after their mom.

Thus it is more then likely that Charlie has brown eyes.

Ron, Percy and Bill are also grouped together by Harry who says that they are the long and lanky ones of the family. Which makes them like their father.

Meaning both Percy and Bill have blue eyes as their father and youngest brother do.

There you have it, some of the Weasley family members have blue eyes while others have brown. Here’s a recap based on my assumptions in the book:

Arthur Weasley = blue eyes Ron Weasley = blue eyes Percy Weasley = blue eyes Bill Weasley = blue eyes Molly Weasley = brown eyes Ginny Weasley = brown eyes Fred Weasley = brown eyes George Weasley = brown eyes Charlie Weasley = brown eyes

Thanks for reading this and please take these things into consideration when writing your next wonderful fanfic.

Ginny and Fred being cute lil dorks

I believe she joined each and every prank the twins did before they went to Hogwarts. She demanded to be included in the gang or she'll spill all their dirty secrets to mom. The twins were absolutely 100% terrified of little Ginny. She knew everything. Their lives were in her small hands.

Well, actually, most of the time they only let her think she's oh so scary and hold some kind of power over her older brothers. George and Fred love to have her around and adore her witty brain, her humor, her perseverance. She is a perfect partner in crime. Her blackmail has nothing to do with it, though they figured she gains some confidence from this and thought it won't hurt to let her be in charge.

This bond sort of faded after twins spent their first year in Hogwarts and when Ginny went to her first year she found "more mature people to have around". But they built a new, more powerful connection. They often work on WWW products together. Someone has to control those mad scientists, right? Both Fred and George are the best to put anyone into good spirits, support ideas. Fred sucks in comforting, though. She taught their dumb asses how to actually treat someone you like. "No, those pick-up lines weren't any good, Bill definitely pranked you." Ginny translates mom's speeches to Gred and Feorge's language. She's the reason they stopped fighting. They listen to her. Still not mom, no, have to keep rebels reputation ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (George's secretly a mommy's boy, although no one needs know about this, especially Fred)

I don't have any new art for y'all yet, so we gonna talk about random stuff that my brain thinks is important to mention.

Did you notice usernames here??

Percy uses his full name. What else to expect from him right? It's adorable though

Wood makes sure everybody knows he's a captain.

Lee agitates people to Be Lee because he's happy to be himself, but like he also loves bees. They're fluffy and do bzzz

George goes with Gred + weasel + bee as a link to Lee, ADORABLE RIGHT? Also, it's a small reference to Weatherby

Fred is a bit simpler. No time to think about the username. Gotta go, gotta move, HAVE TO DO THINGS BUSY

Ron just explored Don Corleone thanks to Hermione and also he thinks it sounds cool and terminator-ish. Honestly, I can't express what I meant in words, I just feel that he'd mix up a weird salad and maybe use some things wrong, and only he understands his chain of thoughts and what's so wow about this nickname

Ginny is just the one and only. Period.

p.s. I REALLY hope that I use Gred and Feorge right, I believe they use them linked to the first letters of their names because the original joke line was about them not being able to remember their names and that's why they need letters on their sweaters as a reminder. Please if I'm dumb just let me be, save me from embarrassment.

p.p.s Ron uses this emoji because he's not comfortable with witnessing his siblings' in PDA kind of situations and he's quick to imagine things that he never ever wants to imagine. I guess he's a bit dense when it comes to his siblings. I believe it's in his character to think that they idk play games when they're alone with their partners. He wouldn't think they could hold hands/cuddle/kiss etc. So it's basically a shock for him every time. And he's not really good with expressing emotions, so this is what we have. Puking face ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I'm not deep into Ron's character, just my vision of him based on nothing, yep

HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE

I'm so proud of this lol. Should I make more fake insta pages? I had lots of fun

Also, if you have any ideas for hp fanart, you're welcome. I'm focused on weasels and griffindorks of the golden era rn, but I don't mind some slytherins. If you're willing to share your thoughts and ideas on glee, you're my bff and I love you. Please give me more glee. I love glee. I live for glee. Glee.

p.s. Sorry if I made any mistakes, I'm not native and tried my best

Extention #1

So, first of all, I do NOT believe, that these two dumbasses had no scars from all explosions and experiments. You can disagree and say that they could probably wipe away scars with magic. And I'm not saying you'll be wrong. But think about it, why would they do that if sCaRs lOoK sO CoOL aNd mAnLy? That would be the official reason for the public. The real one? I believe this could be their way to add more differences between them. Also, for some mysterious reasons (spoiler: someone should learn how to stop his uncontrollable brother and also start to say no at least sometimes) George has the worst and most noticeable scars. Bet poor Molly pulled all her hair out.

Earrings? Fred and George would absolutely 100% look up to and imitate Bill in some ways. What're the most obvious "Bill" things? Long hair, the earring with the tooth and scars. You see my point? Parrots.

I'm a big sucker for long hair. I'm also a sucker for George. Yes, yes, I hysterically ship him with Lee, I know. Don't try to find any logic, I don't have any. It's the only reason we have George with long hair. I can't think of a proper one.

And the last thing. I do love the idea of George with the bump on his nose and Fred with a straight nose. Also, I think Fred would have a crooked nose. Because it's broken quite often. Again, for mysterious reasons. Everyone agreed it's one of his things at this point.

I have no idea if I did it right and kept everything in the right places. There's a chance that I messed it up, oops

I kept drawing different faces for George and thought duck it, I need a proper design. I have zero patience and too excited to wait till tomorrow to make it sparkle with some necessary details, so you might expect a kinda similar post later 🙄

Sorry, I have a thing for long hair, so it was called. Also, I once read a fic where George had a mole on his upper lip and I can't stop thinking about it

p.s. Might change every single thing later idk

p.p.s. It's my vision of the twins(for now at least), it's fine if you don't vibe with it

I kept drawing different faces for George and thought duck it, I need a proper design. I have zero patience and too excited to wait till tomorrow to make it sparkle with some necessary details, so you might expect a kinda similar post later 🙄

Sorry, I have a thing for long hair, so it was called. Also, I once read a fic where George had a mole on his upper lip and I can't stop thinking about it

p.s. Might change every single thing later idk

p.p.s. It's my vision of the twins(for now at least), it's fine if you don't vibe with it

HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE

I'm so proud of this lol. Should I make more fake insta pages? I had lots of fun

Also, if you have any ideas for hp fanart, you're welcome. I'm focused on weasels and griffindorks of the golden era rn, but I don't mind some slytherins. If you're willing to share your thoughts and ideas on glee, you're my bff and I love you. Please give me more glee. I love glee. I live for glee. Glee.

p.s. Sorry if I made any mistakes, I'm not native and tried my best

I don't have anything finished rn, so here is my favorite piece Crop top of the Weasleys' in progress. Ginny wears Bill's earring!!! What a woman, ah.

So, I had this scene in my head Imagine Griffindor boys goofing around and breaking into the girls' dorms while they're out, stealing their clothes and makeup and sitting there pretty, waiting for judges to come back Now, here's Fred being oh so confident as always and Angie who's constantly questioning her friendship with these dorks. Of course, she adores their childlessness and wishes they'd never grow up, but she'll never admit it because who's gonna keep them disciplined if not that fierce girl? I don't ship Angie with any of the twins. I just don't see it. She and Fred would destroy each other and the whole universe. Let's be honest, two alfas together are too dangerous, right? Maybe Georgelina a bit, they might work out at some point. But I'm more of a Glee shipper. I see her as one of their best friends along with Lee and kind of like "You sound like our mom, Ang"

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How are you guys feel if I'll integrate insta posts?

I have this headcanon that Fred has ADHD and at a young age, it was impossible for Molly to make him pose for family photos. Also, I believe he was much more active than George, which annoyed the latest to no end when he wanted to chill and enjoy the moment and his twin only wanted to "FIIIIIIIIGHHHHT POO FACE!!!!". They built a friendship a few years before Hogwarts when George snapped at him for being too much and for the first time he saw his brother so vulnerable and so hurt. They talked for hours about their feelings. Since then Fred knew when to give George space and George knew that Fred's behavior is not in fact about him being insensitive and annoying on purpose but the lack of understanding and support. He tried his best to make life easier for his brother for the rest of his twin's days and after his death created a line of officially allowed at Hogwarts WWW products for kids with ADHD to fidget with during the classes.

The fact that the Weasley twins were born on April Fools honestly gives me life.

A-Z characters

Letter: F

Freya Beauchamp

Force captain Catra

Fred Weasley

George Weasley x fem! reader

W.C,= 1k warnings; cute (maybe); hope you like ;) You and George were cuddling on one of the couches in the common room in front of the fireplace, his arms wrapping around your waist as you sat on his lap, and Fred standing imitating the way George talked about you before the two of you started dating. . . "did you see the way she tied her hair up in class today?" Fred imitated, forcing a high-pitched voice and exaggerated acting "wow, she was so perfect I could barely concentrate on what Snape was saying" Fred said, still forcing a watery voice to be funny. you laughed at the exaggerated acting and the voice that Fred did, meanwhile George blushed next to you "stop it Fred" he mumbled a little embarrassed hiding his face in the crook of your neck, you just laughed placing your hands on top of his “don’t worry, I think it’s really cute” you say turning your face to look at him, George quickly places his lips on yours earning an “ew” from Fred.

(sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language ;), sorry if it wasn't very good, I'm not used to writing)

New gen (hp) Aesthetic (pt1)

hello babes, I really hope you're having a great holiday, college was crazy, but I'm finally off, scrolling through my page I saw that I didn't update the first post I made, which was from the new gen, so without further ado, here it is.

victoire delacour weasley

dominique delacour weasley

louis delacour weasley

molly katsura weasley II

lucy katsura weasley

fred johnson weasley II

roxanne johnson weasley

i would love if you guys put in the coments some headcanons that you guys have on them, bcs most of the time they're a copy of their parents, and that tires me

I SHIFTED (to hogwarts) LAST NIGHT AND HERE ARE SOME STORIES/THINGS THAT HAPPENED INCASE ANYONE WANTS THEM OR NOT ITS FINE IM JUST EXCITED AHH

THIS IS REALLY LONG IM SO SORRY YOU DONT HAVE TO READ IF U DONT WANT TO I LOVE U ANYWAY <3

((I spent like 4ish months at hogwarts when I shifted))

Im a slytherin in my 6th year

Im dating Fred!!!!!!!!!

My absolute best friends are Draco, Cedric, and Ron

And the others in my group are Harry, Hermione and George

All of us walk to the great hall together every day and sit by each other, and then split off after depending on who has classes with who

Draco and I have a brother-sister kinda dynamic , so we pick on each other a lot but have each other's back [slytherin buddiesss]

while Ced and I are the cuddly best friends (NO ROMANCE) who are attached at the hip (when I'm not with Fred lol)

Ron and I are the comedic duo and we always say the stupidest shit- we are the lives of the party, usually always partners in herbology and potions

Ron and Draco literally argue all the damn time but they will behave if I ask them to lol

ok ok ok ok FRED

He takes muggle studies the hour I have care of magical creatures and he always insists on picking me up from COMC even though it's so far and he's always out of breath, but he's always waiting for me as my class ends.

"I nearly knocked snape over on my way down here today"

I literally told him he should just take his broom down instead of fucking sprinting across the grounds and he was baffled like "THATS SUCH A GOOD IDEA WHAT WOULD I DO WITHOUT YOU"

Always calls me darling, love, sweetheart

Cedric accidentally knocked my books out of my arms one day and said "sorry love, let me help you with that" and Fred got so red and pissed off that ced called me that lmao

Now that I'm starting to remember more Fred got jealous of Diggory a lot- ced gave me a teddy bear for my bday and kissed the top of my head (a friendly kiss no flirtiness) and Fred left and came back with a bigger teddy bear and ced got upset so I had to tell Fred to apologize but now everyone's all good

Fred is so possessive oml- his arms are always around me sometimes I can't breathe through his death grip

I FUCKING KNOCKED OVER MY CAULDRON IN POTIONS AND IT BURNED THROUGH SNAPES SHOE AND RON WAS MY PARTNER AND HE JUST MUMBLED "never in my life did I think I would see snapes toes"

We got detention lmao

HUFFLEPUFFS THROW THE BEST PARTIES MOVE OVER GRYFFINDOR

Seamus blew up my pumpkin juice at dinner and Draco picked up his goblet of water and just splashed it at Seamus's face and it started a food fight

((there weren't like, labeled house tables?? Everyone was all just sitting together and it was so nice, usually Draco sits next to me bc he prefers to talk to me over the others--Seating arrangement is Draco, me, Fred, George and then across the table is Ced, Ron, Harry, & hermione,,, other than that it's just random around us))

DRACO FLINCHES WHEN HERMIONE RAISES HER ARM FOR LITERALLY ANYTHING BECAUSE HE THINKS SHES GONNA PUNCH HIM AGAIN AHHH

Fred and George have tried to switch multiple times to see if I noticed but I always did

Fred took me to hogsmeade and started buying me everything my eyes lingered on for more than a second and I was like freddie where the hell are u getting this money from and he said he made a huge [illegal] quidditch bet with lee

I HAVE NICKNAMES FOR EVERYONE THEY SOUND MEAN BUT WE ALL TEASE EACH OTHER ITS OKAY

Fred: Freddie, Frrrrrredrick, bear (idk why lol)

Cedric: Ced, sunshine (sarcastically)

Ron: *yells across the great hall/classroom/grounds* RONALD, dumbass

Draco: Drake (he rolls his eyes but he totally loves it), bleach (joke on his hair), blondie, your highness (when he's acting bitchy)

George: idiot

Hermione: 'mione, smartie, gal

Harry: Harold even tho his name isn't Harold I call him Harold all the damn time and now people ask if his name is Harold and he just sighs deeply every time someone asks him

Me: everyone calls me princess, I bring everyone together they all love me it's literally my perfect world I love them all so much

I have a lot of little details about fashion and like what we all wear so here they are

draco and I have matching snake rings for slytherin, they're both black and silver

FRED HAS HIS LONG HAIR and he uses my green scrunchie to tie it back during classes and quidditch games MAN BUN FRED MAN BUN FRED

Molly weasley made me a jumper🥺its got my initial on it and she made it green for slytherin

Literally half of my wardrobe is stuff I've stolen from my guy friends. When things get too small on them they all go to me. Fred's pj pants w/ the gryffindor crest on them, dracos old jumper, ced's old quidditch jersey, a warm hat that Ron had but he got a new one and didn't need his anymore

I'm a keeper for slytherin so I get to play with Draco and playing against gryffindor is absolutely hilarious becsuse half of my friends are on the team and also Freddie

We had a five hour game once and Draco FAKE FAINTED so the game would stop- it was a draw and no one knows he fake fainted except for me

Freddie got a necklace for me with his initials on it and I wear it every day

Ron and I sneak into the kitchen at midnight on fridays, sometimes we bake, most of the time we just eat so much food

I TAUGHT THEM VINES AND SNAPE THOUGHT WE WERE CASTING A CURSE OR SOMETHING WHEN I WHISPERED "it is Wednesday my dudes" and Ced, Ron, Fred, George and I all went aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHH and disrupted class

KINDA NSFW WARNING: Fred is perfect omg. I don't want to get SUPER into the spicy details but this man KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, he's rough yet soft, it's always so loving, HES SUCH A TEASE. When he loses a quidditch game, especially against slytherin(me mwahaha) is when it's the most rough (more motivation for me to play my best I guess), and if I'm upset or we're tired or something that's when it's the softest. We use the room of requirement and a few times it was the quidditch lockers 🤭🤭

My friends are fucking the best, we get into trouble all the time and all of us were speed walking down the hall and laughing because we were all going to go prank the ravenclaws and mcgonnagall saw us walking and started to say something and then just let out an exasperated sigh and turned the other way

SNAPE TOLD DRACO HE WAS TOO GOOD TO BE HANGING AROUND WITH US SO ME AND DRACO PUT A SLEEPING POTION IN HIS GOBLET DURING DINNER AND HE PASSED OUT ON THE TABLE

Overall snape hates me lmao

Harry came back from dumbledore office saying he asked him to go on some stupid quest and I went to his office with 'mione and we told him to stop making harry do stupid shit that could get him killed, well i said that and ''mione asked a bit more nicely lmao

Cormac grabbed my ass when I was walking with Draco and Draco pushed him down the moving staircase

I got called to demonstrate how to pull out a baby mandrake and I put my earmuffs on and pulled it out immediately but forgot to check if everyone else had their earmuffs on and HALF THE CLASS PASSED OUT and Cedric had his on and he just started slow clapping

I HAVE MORE BUT THIS IS ALREADY WAYYYY TOO LONG SO BYE

„ you screw the picture Ron, stop laughing „

8th year, all different and still the same

Unstoppable

What's your opinion on each of the Weasleys?

Hi! That’s a really great question! I might be adding some headcanons into the mix, hope that’s okay.

Bill Weasley: I had a major crush on him when I was younger, he was just so badass. I still like him, but now I focus on Fleur. Anyway, I picture him as a third-parent because the oldest kids (especially in big families like his) are always plunged into the responsibilities of caring for the younger ones when the parents are unavailable for any reason.

Charlie Weasley: He’s asexual, you can’t tell me otherwise. I also had a Charlie phase when I first read about him, mostly because of his dragons. I think he was also forced into the responsibility of being yet another parent, but perhaps not as much as Bill. I also think he intentionally decided to be far from his family, not because he doesn’t love them or anything, but perhaps because home got overwhelming.

Percy Weasley: There’s a lot of controversy here. I don’t think about him much, but I relate to him in some ways. I think he was feeling forgotten. In a big family, the kids are constantly fighting for the spotlight, for the love and praise of their parents. But then, when you add Harry to the mix, it just becomes impossible to get your parents to listen for a minute. I think he got lost in his search for validation, though in no way do I think he’s way of handling it was correct.

Fred Weasley: Everyone says that he’s the harsher twin, that he’s the leader, and honestly, I see it. I do think he was extremely sensitive, despite the way he behaves in public. Like you insult something he’s already self-conscious about and he’ll cut you down with words, but he’ll also sulk about it for the rest of the day.

George Weasley: He’s my favorite. Solely because of the immense post-war potential now that he only has one ear. I feel like people should realize that this is the perfect opportunity to introduce the Deaf community into the wizarding world. (Am I self-portraying here? Yes, yes I am). George Weasley talking in sign language? Sign me up!

Ron Weasley: I don’t understand why so many people dislike him. He was an amazing friend to Harry, he was brave, he was loyal, he was just awesome. I think a lot of people saw him get jealous a few times and clung to it. He’s one of the youngest kids in his family, the pressure is insane especially because of all the accomplishments each of his siblings have. Cut him some damn slack.

Ginny Weasley: The movies destroyed her. She was incredibly badass throughout the entire series and I loved her. One thing I will complain about is the way she treated Fleur for no reason. Like, sweetie, your internalized misogyny is showing. Other than that, loved her. Also I have this headcanons where she shaves her hair off after the war, and Molly completely flips because her daughter had such pretty hair.

Molly Weasley: She was, by no means, a perfect mother. There’s a lot of things I really didn’t like about her (like the way she never bothered to differentiate her twins), but I never doubted her love and devotion to her kids. Plus she was such an angel when it came to Harry, she was just what the poor guy needed.

Arthur Weasley: Please don’t kill me, but I’m very neutral about him. He’s a good father, of course, but I personally don’t feel any kind of attachment to the man, I don’t know why.

I think I’ve got all the Weasleys, whew! Thank you, Anon, for the question. It was fun to answer 💜

yes i'm a gryffindor, yes i also hate almost all gryffindors

Happy Birthday To The Magnificent Weasley twins Fred & George