Weasley Twins Imagines

omf can i request “If you’re going to dress like that, I’m not going to let you out of my sight.” and “Are you trying to turn me on?” with George

Sat, 02 Dec 2017 18:11:18 +1100

of course ;)

“If you’re going to dress like that, I’m not going to let you out of my sight.”
“Are you trying to turn me on?”

“I just want one night to ourselves,” you explain to him with a pout. “Without your siblings, or our friends. Just us.”

You had been staying with George this summer, and in a tight knit family such as the Weasley’s, he was pretty accustomed to dealing with numerous invasions of privacy.

And it’s not that you didn’t like it - you absolutely loved all the Weasley’s - but it had been a long week and you wanted George all to yourself for a few hours time outside of The Burrow.

“Alright,” he agrees with a nod. “Go get ready, then. We can go somewhere fancy.”

Grinning, you give him a quick kiss and race up the stairs, yelling “thank you!” as you go.

You run into Ginny’s room, which she had so kindly agreed to share with you this summer, and begin to rummage through your clothes.

Most items were comfortable things - loose fitting shirts, worn out jeans, some sweaters that you had stolen from George. (They actually could have been Fred’s since they had so many duplicates, but who cares at this point?)

However, you had stowed away a few things for situations such as this, and you knew just which one to pick.

It was a black cocktail dress that you loved dearly, and you knew it would be perfect for tonight.

You throw it on quickly with a pair of shoes to match, and you get done just as you hear a rap on the door.

“Hope you’re decent,” George jokes, a smirk on his face as he walks in. He had changed into a dashing button up shirt with a skinny tie to accompany it.

“Never,” you joke back before informing him, “Also, Gin specifically says ‘no boys allowed’ in here.”

“I think I’m an exception,” he tells you. He takes a moment to look you over, and his eyes widen a little. “Blimey.”

“What?” you laugh, looking down at your outfit.

“Where did that come from?” he asks, stepping closer to you.

“I brought it for rare occasions, such as this one,” you say with a smile.

He smiles back at you and places his hands on your waist, “If you’re going to dress like that, I’m not going to let you out of my sight.”

Your hands move to grab his tie, and you bring him closer to you. “Guess you better keep me close then,” you bite your lip.

He lets out a breath of air and you can feel his fingertips squeeze your waist a bit. “Are you trying to turn me on?”

“Maybe,” you reply quietly, giving him a wink.

“S’working,” he tells you. “Sure you don’t want to stay home instead?” He leans down to kiss you, and there’s a desperateness behind it. You’re sure it would turn into a full snogging session if you didn’t stop.

So you pull away and meet eyes with him, “You need to take me on a proper date first, George Weasley.”

“Alright, alright,” he laughs softly, giving you another quick kiss. “Let’s get a move on, then. Faster we go, faster we get back, yeah?”

When you invite me over for sex and there are other people in the house.

Sat, 14 Oct 2017 17:43:59 +1100

trannysaurus–rex:

Okay so we all know this scene: it’s the first instance in the HP movies where we see my main...

Tue, 03 Oct 2017 20:59:39 +1100

Okay so we all know this scene: it’s the first instance in the HP movies where we see my main men The Weasley Twins, right? And Molly gets muddled up between who’s Fred and who’s George, even though she’s their mother. I’ve had a shower thought, that I think she really did know who was who all along. Hear me out….

Molly, as we know from everything ever, is such a devoted and caring mother. Yeah she has what can only be described as an absolute clusterfuck of children, plus Harry and Hermione who practically live there, but she loves them all. It’s a common theory that because of there being so many darned children that she just gets confused between which one is Fred and which one is George, but they’re her children, and they’re 13 in this scene since it’s their third year. I’m telling you she knows.

In the end, when she tells Fred to go first and he denies that he’s Fred, she technically got it right in the end since it really was Fred, but still doubted herself when she apologizes and corrects herself by calling him George. She’s been their mother for thirteen years, and they’re born on April Fools Day nonetheless. She’s dealt with their shit for that long, of course she knows they’re playing a trick, she’d be so suspicious of them 24/7 by now from how many jokes they pull on the daily. I think that she goes along with the jokes and pranks because she knows how much they love pulling them.

I feel like this scene is just one example where she’s encouraging them in doing what they enjoy most, since that’s what mothers do. And of course every other Weasley child (no less every other Hogwarts child) must give them so much shit for all the pranks and jokes, but she knows how much enjoyment the twins get out of them, so she encourages them in little ways like this.

Like, she knew who Fred was straight off the bat, not having to look back and forth between them or having to guess, she just straight up goes “Fred, you next”. I’m telling you she knew.

Of course later down the track she’s kicking herself for this since they now want to drop out of school and open a joke shop, but nonetheless I feel like her encouragement throughout their childhood was definitely a big factor in them having such a passion for elaborative jokes and pranks.

That’s just my take on the whole thing, and just another thing to add to the list of why we love Molly Weasley: because she’s supportive as heck.

Bitch Let Me Tell You

Sun, 01 Oct 2017 21:18:42 +1100

Pairing: George x Reader
Request: Omg I love that idea about the Weasley twins not wanted to be related to another redhead! You should totally write something around that you are an amazing writer ❤️
A/N: literally the prompt of a Weasley twin dating a redhead was the reason I created this Imagines account, but I put so much pressure on myself to make it good that I never really wrote one! Here we go…
Squicks: bit of bad language

Since it’s such a rarity, news traveled around Hogwarts at record speed that there was a new transfer student. Some say she’s transferred from Beauxbatons, some say Ivermony, some say she’s from some unknown wizarding school in Australia. Some even think that she’s never even been to a Wizarding school before…. One thing’s for sure: she’ll be entering year 3 at Hogwarts this year.

You were walking to your new common room known as Gryffindor. The deputy headmaster, Professor McGonagall (who also happens to be head of Gryffindor house), had arranged for you to have your own sorting ceremony during dinner. “Gryffindor!” The sorting hat had shouted across the room. The table coloured in red and gold cheered and hollered, and you felt welcomed right away.

If only other houses were as welcoming…

On your way to Gryffindor tower, you (unfortunately) met a boy with platinum blonde hair and emerald green robes. Nothing about him intimidated you, and his cocky stride was almost laughable.

He scoffs, “god, don’t tell me there’s another Weasley who’s come to embarrass themselves,"

You usually came up with comebacks at an impressing speed and an even more impressing level of sass, but you were loss with this one, because what in hell was a Weasley?

You ask him exactly that, and he laughs bitterly, turning to look at his other little friends to make sure they were laughing too, before he looks past your head while speaking,

"A Weasley is a pathetic excuse for a wizard, who can hardly cast the most basic of spells and are just all-round filth”.

"Watch your fucking mouth, Malfoy,“ a tall boy with shoulder-length hair the same colour as yours says, stepping forward from behind you,

"You’ve got some nerve saying shit like that with how many of us sleep in the same building as you,” says the same boy again, except he’s now on your other side, and also isn’t the same boy.

You’ve gotten no closer to finding the answer to your question. While the two red headed twins are both identical in almost every way, you took a slight more of a liking already to the second one, somehow.

"Can someone please tell me what a Weasley actually is?!“

"It’s our last name,” the twins both respond in unison, to which the younger blonde boy laughs, again.

"Early indicators of being a Weasley are that you’ve got the flaming red hair and borrowed school supplies; bonus points since you didn’t even pay for yours!“

Now that you’ve got the context you were after, there was no holding back.

"Bitch these clothes are probably older than both you and I combined and I still look a damn sight better than you could even dream of looking… with all the money you claim to have I thought you’d put up more of a fight you snobby little prat,"

The twin you took a fancy to - George - stood in stunned silence, his eyes wide and a slight smile tugging at his lips. He’d have smiled more if he wasn’t so shocked by the new girl’s sudden outburst. Fred on the other hand was laughing like a maniac. He looked like a fool, but this was noting compared to how Malfoy looked.

The blonde boy’s face was red with anger, and he had a disgusted look on his face, as if he was so far above you, yet extremely offended and taken aback.

"You want to side with the filthy blood traitors then be my guest, but don’t come running to me when you realise the mistake you’ve made by associating yourself with them”.

The twins had stopped laughing, giving a disinterested grunt at Malfoy and rolling their eyes. You, however, weren’t going to drop this quite so easily.

"Let’s see…“ you began, causing Fred to elbow George in anticipation for you to roast Malfoy again, "who would I rather associate myself with: a pompous little brat who’s ego is higher than his IQ, who can only validate himself through insults barely worthy of a six year old, and who is also a materialistic little bitch who can’t stand not having his way!” you say, using the bitchiest tone you can possibly muster,

"Or, would I rather associate myself with these two fine gentlemen who are by far more attractive, actually have a working brain, a sense of humour and are actually worthy of my time. I’ve known the three of you for not even ten minutes and the choice is crystal clear,"

The twins looked rather chuffed at the flow of shameless compliments, while Malfoy said coldly, "suit yourself, be a Weasley if that’s what you want to lower yourself to”.

You change your tone to that of one dripping with flirtiness, “by what I’m seeing of the twin to my left, maybe having the honour of becoming a Weasley one day wouldn’t be so bad,” you say, turning your head to George as you speak and ending it with a wink, to which he blushes and Fred laughs, “and don’t be surprised when Mr. Malfoy dies a lonely bachelor who could never keep a girl satisfied for longer than three minutes - if your simple brain can figure out what I’m implying here”.

And with that, you turned on your heel to continue your journey up to Gryffindor Tower, your red hair swishing as you do so. You twirl around as you walk gracefully to look at the boys. All you could see was the back of Malfoy’s head (a definite improvement), Fred shaking his brother by the shoulders and loudly stating how lucky the other brother is, who was still staring at you, cheeks tinted pink and a wide smile across his face.

Sorry it’s been so long! I’ll try and be more active… life has been busy busy busy I tell you

The Quiet Game - Fred Weasley x Reader

Sat, 30 Sep 2017 21:10:16 +1000

nosebleednougats:

Hey everyone. I’m really sorry that I haven’t been really active this week. It’s just that school started and I’m still trying to work, and it’s been killing me. I’ve steady been losing sleep, and my muse to write just really hasn’t been there. But I stayed up last night to get this finished! @itsspecial-itsnotforeveryone requested this, and the prompt lines will be bolded. Enjoy! -Emma.xx
Please could I request 6 and 41 with Fred. Thank you 6. That lipstick’s not gonna stay put for long. 41. Your family is in the other room!
WARNINGS: SMUT, not like smut smut but not slight smut but it’s still smut

The holiday season with the Weasleys was Y/N’s favorite time of the year. The smells of Mrs. Weasley’s cooking, the sounds of a fully house, it filled Y/N with an immense sense of love and joy. Y/N enjoyed being at the Burrow exponentially more than being at home. It was too cold, too impersonal there. So she was always more than happy to accept Fred’s annual offer to spend the holidays with him and his family.
In the kitchen, Y/N was cleaning up Christmas day supper by herself, letting the rest of the Weasley clan, especially Molly, relax and enjoy their family time. She hummed holiday tunes as she washed dishes, putting the leftovers in the fridge. Just as she was finishing up, she felt two strong arms wrap themselves around her waist from behind.
“What-”
“Shush,” Fred whispered in her ear, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
“You scared me,” Y/N said with a smile, turning in her boyfriend’s arms to face him.
He, in turn, pressed her back against the counter, forcing a surprised squeak out of Y/N. She brought her hands up to his broad shoulders to steady herself, biting her lip as she shifted her gaze back up to Fred.
“I thought I told you to be quiet, love,” Fred murmured, pressing his hips against Y/N’s once more.
A strained moan escaped her now, knowing exactly where this was headed. She knew his family was only separated from them by a thin wall, but she didn’t have the will to tell him to stop. Clutching onto his jumper, she bit down on her lip harder to keep herself from making any more noise.
Smirking, he whispered, “That’s a good girl.”
“Fred-”
The look in his eyes made her immediately snap her mouth shut. The corner of his lips tugged downward, “That’s not being a very good girl anymore, Y/N.”
Opening her mouth to respond, she quickly closed it again, choosing to be smart instead of force him to inflict whatever punishment might be floating around in his mind. His smile came back, and she exhaled out a soft breath. Then a thought popped into her head, a smirk now creeping onto her features. Fred’s eyebrow quirked towards his hairline, curious at Y/N’s sudden change.
Dragging her hands from his shoulders, her fingers trailed lightly over his chest and down to the waistband of his trousers. He watched her as she let her fingertips slip under the hem of his “F” labeled sweater. Y/N felt him shiver slightly beneath her touch, her smile growing even wider.
But then Fred was pressed up against her for a third time, her hands being pushed away so there’d be as little space as possible between the two of them. Bending down, he attached his lips at the base of her throat, his hands now slipping underneath her shirt.
Kissing his way up her neck, he murmured, “That lipstick’s not going to stay put for long, love.”
Y/N could only sigh in response. Her hands held onto his jumper for support, she could feel her knees already begin to weaken. Fred slid his hands further up her sides, her shirt riding up to reveal more of her stomach. The air felt cold across her skin, contrasting how hot it felt like it was getting in here, goosebumps raising along her flesh.
After what felt like an eternity, Fred’s lips were finally on hers. He tasted like the pies and cookies from dinner, his slightly chapped lips chaste against hers. His fingertips brushed lightly over his sides, a giggle bubbling out of her mouth and captured by Fred’s. She could feel him smile as he started to tickle her while still keeping his lips firmly pressed against hers. Y/N tried to laugh but it was abruptly stopped by Fred slipping his warm tongue into her mouth as soon as she had opened it to giggle.
Wrapping her arms around Fred’s neck, she pulled him closer to her, needing to touch every bit of him as she could. Their kisses became more frantic now, more desperate. Fred’s hands slipped out from under her shirt to the undersides of her legs, lifting her up and setting her back down on the counter. Stepping between her parted legs, his hands went back to the bare skin hiding underneath her shirt, this time traveling up to cup her breasts.
“Your family is in the other room, Fred!” Y/N cried softly, breaking away from their heated kiss.
Squeezing her gently and eliciting a soft moan from her, he whispered in her ear, “That’s never stopped us before, love. Why start now?”
“But they could walk in at any second!” Y/N argued. Her and Fred had been together for almost four years now, and while having known the Weasleys for much longer, she couldn’t stand the thought of any of them walking in on such an intimate moment like this.
“My parents won’t say anything, all of my older brothers won’t care, Ron would just blush, Ginny would giggle but still leave us be, George is the only one who’d make a fuss about anything,” Fred reassured her, going back to nibbling on her neck.
“You know that he would be the one to find us!”
“How about we play the Quiet Game then, and you kiss me again?” Fred muttered lazily, tangling one hand in her hair and pulling her to him.
The Quiet Game was something they had started as a joke a couple of years ago. They’d sit around a few - or if they wanted a more intense game, all of the Weasleys - and do things to each other to cause the other to make a noise. The first to make a noise that catches the attention of another Weasley lost. It was usually a game played while they were cuddling on the couch under a blanket, but it was started to be played at the dinner table more often. Fred frequently was the loser; Y/N’s fear of the Weasleys finding out what they were doing usually led her to victory.
Y/N wasn’t one to back down from a Game so she quickly and quietly accepted, leaning forward to kiss him. Her arms wound around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. Bringing her hips forward, she rocked them against his, not all that surprised to find him already hard. She knew that she didn’t have much time to force him into making a noise before he’d attempted to fuck her right here on the counter, and Y/N wasn’t about to let that happen.
One hand removed itself from his hair, traveling down his body toward his hardened arousal where she began to palm him through his trousers. Fred sucked in a sharp breath but managed to keep himself quiet. She continued her assault, and it didn’t take long for his hips to thrust forward against her hand. Again, there was a quick inhale from Fred but no sound.
Fred’s attempts at getting Y/N to make a noise were to continue to play with one breast the other hand tried to slide under the waistband of her jeans. She knew what his plan was, and she needed to beat him to the punch. So she quickly took the hand that had been palming him and slipped it into his trousers before he had the chance to do the same to her. Her thin fingers wrapped around him, still clad in his boxer shorts, pumping him once, twice.
And that should give me-
A whimper rose from Fred’s throat, his signal of defeat. Y/N broke away from him, pulling her hand back out of his pants, a triumphant smirk on her face.
“You cheated, you copied what I was going to do,” Fred pouted, jutting his bottom lip out.
“How about to make it up to you, we go finish this up in your bedroom?” Y/N smiled, jumping off of the counter and grabbing onto his hand to lead him upstairs.
“I like the way you think, baby.”

I’m sorry, Fred Weasley can’t come to the phone right now…

Fri, 29 Sep 2017 22:05:05 +1000

I’m sorry, Fred Weasley can’t come to the phone right now…

Worth the wait

Fri, 29 Sep 2017 16:11:08 +1000

tayrae515imagines:

Requested: Yes by the lovely @wanderstudies
Hey could do a Fred Weasley x reader imagine w/ prompts: 30,32,45 & 60? :)
Warnings: Hurt feelings, fluff.
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader
Summary: Prompt 30- “Please go stand at the bottom of a pool and count to a thousand.”
Prompt 33- “I’d rather jump off a cliff, but thanks anyways.”
Prompt 45- “Put your hands on me again and you will lose them.”
Prompt 60- “I’m just going to hide in my room for the rest of eternity.”
You have a very big ego and think you are to good for Fred but when you get humiliated, Fred is the only one there for you.
Authors Note: Hope you like it! Thank you again for your request. Sorry for the wait! This isn’t my best work! I apologies!
Fred Weasley.
A name that belonged to the one being that bugged you most in this world. He was constantly hitting on you. Flirting with you was like a second nature to him. But you weren’t interested. He was a joker, prankster, and all together troublemaker. You didn’t want to associate with people like him. He would crash and burn one day and you didn’t want to go down with him. Although your rejection never seemed to stop him, in fact it made him push harder.
“Come on (Y/N) one little date?”
“I’d rather jump off a cliff, but thanks anyways.”
“One day you will say yes. I can just tell.”
“Please go stand at the bottom of a pool and count to a thousand.”
He had a grin on his face, rolling your eyes you walked away. He was relentless. You had to give him credit, he didn’t give up easily. A quality you normally respected but when it was put in the form of hitting on you, you disliked it. He had to see that his antics were hopeless. You two were just so different.
Where he was a storm, you were calm.
Where he was joking, you were serious.
Where he was a Weasley, you were a (Y/L/N).
It was like water and oil. You two just didn’t mix.
Pushing away thoughts of him you approached Potions class. It wasn’t your favorite. Mostly because of professor Snape, but you had to think of your grades.Taking in a deep breath you walked towards your seat only to stop dead in your tracks when you saw it.
It was a over sized picture of you with messy hair and a tear stained face. There was a caption under it that read ‘Looks like little miss perfect isn’t that perfect.’ You remembered that day, it was after a really bad panic attack. They were common for you to have them especially before a big test.
You felt tears prick the corner of your eyes and you turned on your heels ignoring the laughs coming your way. A a fairly quick pace you were headed towards your dorm room.
“(Y/N) wait.”
You knew who the voice belonged to but you were not in the mood for his antics right now. You continued walking when you felt an hand grip your arm. Turning around you grew angry.
“Put your hands on me again and you will lose them.”
“I’m sorry but are you alright?”
Fred’s eyes were soft and he looked sincere.
“No of course not. But if you’ll excuse me, I’m just going to hide in my room for the rest of eternity.”
“I have a better Idea.”
You raised an eyebrow at the Weasley boy and let him lead you to a small grass clearing filled with trees. It was beautiful and secluded. Perfect for your current mood. For a moment you two sat not exchanging any words. It wasn’t awkward however. The vibe was more peaceful, filled with understanding.
“Are you okay (Y/N)?”
His eyes looked into yours and you held the gaze. You had never seen him like this before. He seemed concerned.
“No. They took a private moment and used it against me. It’s not like I can help my panic attacks.”
Your voice was quiet and held an ashamed tone, you were always so confident and Fred hated seeing you like this. He liked your fire and passion. He liked when you stood up for yourself.
“I’m sorry.”
You couldn’t understand why he cared about you so much, you had been nothing but terrible to him.
“Fred. Why are you here? I have been nothing but terrible to you.”
“Terrible? No, not at all. Hard to get? Yes.”
You let a chuckle escape your lips, maybe there was more to him than you thought.
“Ask me again.”
He grinned and dramatically got on one knee.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) will you go on a date with me?”
You let out a bright smile graze your face followed with a wholehearted laugh.
“Yes Fred Weasley I will.”
Fred grinned and sat beside you, pulling you into him. You rested your head on his shoulder and kissed his cheek.
“Thank you for checking on me.”
“Well of course. I couldn’t let you crash and burn.”
You laughed lightly and pressed your lips to his. Sparks ignited all over your body and you were sure he felt it as well. You hated to admit it but you should have done this ages ago.
Fred pulled back slightly and placed a kiss to your nose.
“That was worth the wait.”

grednforgie: au where JK Rowling leaves Fred Weasley the fuck alone

Fri, 29 Sep 2017 15:24:05 +1000

grednforgie:

au where JK Rowling leaves Fred Weasley the fuck alone

Dating Fred Weasley Would Include

Wed, 06 Sep 2017 06:43:49 +1000

oneshots-imagines-and-that:

Requested by anon
Teasing each other all the time but adding “I love you” and a kiss to the end of each little tease.
Snape deliberately splitting the two of you up and placing you on opposite sides of the classroom. He made the mistake of partnering the two of you up once, and he’s never doing that again.
- Fred coming over and leaning on your table and giving you a wink, “Blow things up here often?”
Snape keeping you after class because you were one of his best students until you started seeing Fred and he’s “disappointed”. Fred kisses you as soon as you leave the class, which gets a very disapproving cough from Snape.
Fred meeting you outside each and every class, often surprising you by grabbing you and pushing you against the wall to kiss you.
Eventually you tell him you’re worried about yours (and his) grades so Fred starts trying super hard to impress you. He even told you he couldn’t go on a date with you because he had to study. That earned an eyebrow raise from you so he gave in and the two of you had a study date.
Fred’s eyes lighting up whenever he makes you smile. ESPECIALLY if you do that look-down-blush-smile.
Fred blatantly kissing you in the middle of the corridor just to annoy people and to make sure everyone knows you’re his.
“God I love you, (Y/n).”
Molly loves you and thinks you’re the sweetest thing. She makes you a jumper with your initial on it and invites you over every holidays. She just loves you.
Ginny loves you as well because you’re like an older sister to her. She asks you to braid her hair. She sits in front of you and Fred sits behind you and it’s a little train (except Fred sort of just plays with your hair and kisses you occasionally.)
George is a little bit jealous. Even though you and him are really good friends, it’s hard having his twin brother find someone perfect for him while he’s alone.
Lots of tickle fights
Going to the Yule Ball with Fred. He doesn’t ask you at first because he just assumes you’ll go with him. You end up teasing him and saying he hasn’t asked you yet. He asks you and you say, “Hmmm. I don’t know I’ll have to think about it, weigh in my options.” Fred laughs and kisses you, “I’ll eagerly await your reply.”
Both of the twins are incredibly protective over you.
If you play Quidditch, you’re a Chaser. If you’re on their team, Fred and George fiercely protect you, but if you’re on the other team (maybe you’re a beater), it’s war. “Whoops sorry Honey didn’t see you there.” As a bludger goes sailing past your ear.
Joking and confusing people who don’t understand your relationship; Are you dating? Enemies? Friends?
Fred getting jealous at little things when he’s in a mood. You have to hold him back from getting in fights.
Fred asking you to marry him a week before Bill and Fleur’s wedding. The two of you try and keep it secret until after their wedding so as not to not steal their thunder but Molly finds out and is so happy for the two of you. (George already knows)
Dancing at their wedding until your feet ache and your cheeks ache from smiling so much.
After a few drinks Fred lets it slip to Ron that the two of you are engaged. Ron loudly exclaims “What!?”.
Fred loses you in the crowd and drunkenly screams “Where is my wife?!” Then everyone knows.
You and Fred end up getting married and Fred is just so happy he can’t stop smiling and he is running around excitedly telling everyone he’s going to spend the rest of his life with you.
MASTERLIST

the weasley twins

Wed, 06 Sep 2017 06:39:50 +1000

gevrgiie:

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blackbird-imagines: Imagine Fred insisting on walking you to...

Sat, 22 Jul 2017 08:25:59 +1000

blackbird-imagines:

Imagine Fred insisting on walking you to class every day, even though you aren’t dating
“Why do you do always walk me to my classes?” Fred turned his head to look at you, your bag in his hand as you carried a couple books that didn’t fit.
“What d’you mean?”
“I mean,” you stopped him in the middle of the hall, “you don’t have to do this every day. We aren’t dating.”
He just smiled his signature mischievous grin, “well maybe I’m just hoping that’ll change,” he winked and carried on walking to your next class, leaving you behind frozen in shock.

book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure: Imagine: Being best friends...

Thu, 06 Jul 2017 10:00:56 +1000

book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure:

Imagine: Being best friends with the Weasley Twins, and Fred kisses you at the Quidditch World Cup.

For: Anon

When you first joined Hogwarts you had instantly hit it off with Fred and George Weasley, so you agreed in a heartbeat when Mr. and Mrs. Weasley invited you to go to the Quidditch World Cup.

The three of you were partners in crime, but there had always been something about Fred that thoroughly drew you to him. George was like a brother to you, but with Fred, you always wanted more. You were in love with Fred Weasley, and everyone in the world, other than the boy himself, could see it. The small problem was that he didn’t feel the same way and you refused to confess your own feelings for him because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

You were sat in the top box of the stadium alongside your two best friends, their siblings and father, and Hermione and Harry. Fred and George watched from the edges of their seats, they had made a nearly impossible, yet oddly specific bet with Ludo Bagman, and you were sure they were going to fail.

Ireland was at a massive lead and the Twins’ bet wasn’t looking so impossible at this point. Krum suddenly caught the snitch and the match was concluded. Ireland had won. Wow, they were right. How do they always know these things?! You are snapped out of your thoughts when Fred grabs you by the shoulders, turns you to face him, and places a sudden kiss against your lips. You gasp against his mouth and he instantly pulls away, turning bright red. The others stare at you in shock, Bill finally breaks the silence, “You owe me 10 Galleons Charlie!”

Charlie bursts into laughter, “I always thought George would be the one to do that.”

The rest of the family joins in on the laughter and Fred awkwardly runs his hand against the back of his neck, “Y-you looked like your were about to pass out from excitement Y/N, I just thought I’d make sure you stayed conscious.”

You laugh, “You are such a dork Freddie.”

Fred successfully avoids you for the rest of the night after his little slip up.

You had ended up being separated from the brothers during the Death Eaters’ attacks and once you get back into the tent you see Bill holding a bedsheet to his bleeding arm, Charlie had a large rip in his shirt, and Percy was supporting a bloody nose. You filled with fear when you didn’t see Fred and George, “Bill where’s-”

“Fred and George are in there Y/N,” He points towards the bedroom that the twins were sharing.

When you walked in you saw Fred sitting the edge of the bed with a small cut on his cheek and a larger gash in his arm. He looks up at you and stands up, you quickly run into his arms, “Bloody hell Fred! I was so worried! Where did you disappear to?!”

“Relax love, I’m okay,” You look up into his gentle brown eyes, before tilting your head up and kissing him. You pull away after a few seconds, “Y/N…”

“You looked like you were about to pass out Freddie,” You chuckle lightly, “Besides, I had been waiting for you to kiss me for years.”

“Really?” He looks at you, astonished.

“Really,” You smile back at him.

“That’s cute and all, but come on guys, I’m right here!” George suddenly butts in, you two just laugh in response as Fred gently looped his arm around your waist.

End.

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Redhead!Reader x Weasley Twins

Tue, 04 Jul 2017 10:01:08 +1000

I can just imagine Fred and George both finding Y/n really attractive and both saying to themselves “God please don’t let us be related”

book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure: Imagine: Always butting heads...

Mon, 03 Jul 2017 13:00:21 +1000

book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure:

Imagine: Always butting heads with Fred Weasley, but when you two begin pranking together, you slowly fall in love.

For: @sowaswieich

“Hey Y/L/N,” You tilt your head up and see the Fred Weasley standing in front of you, alongside his twin brother. You were sitting on a lounging chair in the library, cuddled up with a book.

“Weasleys,” You nod, before turning back to your book.

“You’re looking pretty comfy in that chair, mind if I Slytherin next to you?” Fred winks.

You roll your eyes and deadpan, “I’d rather run my fingers through Snape’s greasy hair.”

George makes a face of utter disgust, and Fred mutters, “Suit yourself darling.”

You were a major troublemaker at Hogwarts, and though you were a year younger, that put you in constant competition with the Twins. You all knew you’d make an unbeatable team if you came into an alliance, but they were Gryffindors and you were a Slytherin, so teaming up was not even an option. Fred was the more outspoken brother, and that meant you two butted heads a lot more than you and George. He would never spare a chance to tease you, and you always had a sassy retort sitting on the tip of your tongue for him.

“Seriously though,” You close your book and look back at the boys, “What do you two want?”

“Help,” They shrug in unison.

“Help? What kind of help?” You’re suddenly more intrigued.

“It’s our last year at Hogwarts Y/N, and bloody Umbridge is ruining it!” Fred says, throwing his hands in the air, “We want revenge.”

“What makes you think I’d help you? I mean wouldn’t it be better for me to just rat you out and get on Umbridge’s good side?” You question, raising your eyebrows.

“Oh please Y/N, you’ve never been good at hiding your hatred for someone, and you hate her,” Fred responds, “Besides, if we work as a team, we’ll be undefeatable!”

“Fine,” You say, “Only because it’s Umbridge though.”

Over the course of the next few months you and the boys had began to drive Umbridge crazy. You pulled so many pranks on her, and you always got away with it because you never left behind evidence, and no one -not even the other professors- were willing to sell you out.

You had grown incredibly close to the boys, you kept mentally slapping yourself for not befriending them 7 years ago, but better late than never.

You still had the same sassy relationship with each other, but now you always had each others’ backs. George had become like a brother to you, as for Fred, you had slowly begun to fall for him. He had this amazing ability to always make you feel good about yourself and he always knew how to make you smile when you were feeling down. You were fairly successful at hiding your feelings for him, but George had eventually figured it out, lucky for you he was pretty decent at keeping secrets.

The year had gone by faster than any other school year before. It was final exam time and that meant it was final prank time. You had been planning your ultimate prank for months, but Fred and George hadn’t even told you exactly what it was. All you knew was that it involved fireworks and that they’d be leaving Hogwarts as soon as it was over.

You were preparing to go into the great hall for your Charms exam, when the boys stopped you. You sighed, “Are you guys ready?”

“We were born ready for this moment darling,” Fred smirked, “The real question is, are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be…” You drift off, “I just can’t believe you boys are leaving.”

“Now, now Y/N, don’t be getting sentimental,” George says as Fred loops his arm around your waist.

“You just have one year left, and with a free supply of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes products, you’ll be fine next year!” Fred says casually, the boys try to make you feel better by joking around as usual, but your eyes are already filling with tears.

You turn in Fred’s arm and wrap your own arms around his neck, hiding your face into his chest, “I’m gonna miss you boys so much!”

“Y/N,” Fred whispers, comfortingly rubbing circles on your back, “It’s going to be alright love!”

You pull away from him and hug George, he gives you a gentle squeeze before pulling away and drying your tears, “You’ll be seeing us all summer and you can come visit during the holidays. The year will go by faster than you think!”

You sit in the Great Hall, trying to focus on your exam when you hear the faint sound of fireworks in the distance. Umbridge opens the door to investigate and the brothers fly in on their broomsticks, scattering everyone’s exam papers across the room. Everyone cheers as the boys begin the firework show. After running Umbridge out of the room with their fiery dragon, Fred calls out to you. You turn your attention to him and he launches another firework, it bursts into the shape of your name with a heart around it.

You stare at it in awe and Fred flies down in front of you, “What’s this?”

“You know darling, I’m going to miss you a lot as well,” He takes you by surprise and presses his lips against yours, and the cheers of the students grow even more. He pulls away after a few magical seconds, “I know how you feel Y/N, and I’ll have you know, the feeling is mutual.”

How did he know?! You look up at George and he gives you a small wink, Fred places another gentle peck against you lips and then the boys fly away.

You sigh as the chaos dies down, this next year is never going to end.

End.

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It’s All Fun and Games

Mon, 03 Jul 2017 09:45:44 +1000

omg-imatotalmess:

Hey guys! Fred Weasley is just so wonderful, but all the games might get to be a bit much. I hope you guys like it!
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader
Requested: No
Warnings: Swearing
Sometimes when it came to being friends with and dating one of the two biggest pranksters at Hogwarts was fun, other times, it caused you a significant amount of grief. Today was one of the less fun days. The twins had decided to play the ‘which on is which’ game with you. Generally, you didn’t have many issues telling them apart despite the fact they were identical. They acted very differently.
“Hey (Y/N)!” George yelled, tossing an arm around your shoulders.
“Hey, George,” You said, smiling happily. Suddenly, the redhead stopped, looking confused.
“No, mate, I’m Fred. He’s George,” He said, pointing at the other boy. You sighed.
“I know you’re not.” George and his twin stood side by side with identical confused faces. You snorted a soft laugh. They exchanged looks before looking back at you with mirrored smirks.
“Are you sure?” They asked. You nodded as you continued towards the common room. Both of them trailed after you, one on either side; each of them had leaned an arm on your shoulders. Upon reaching the portrait hole, you spit out the password automatically. The Fat Lady gave you a kind smile which you reciprocated, still ignoring the twins at your sides.
“How exactly can you–” Fred started.
“be so sure?” George finished. You laughed, setting your bag down by a chair.
“I just know, guys,” You said, turning back to them.
“Which one am I?” Fred asked, grinning at you.
“You are my dearest Fred Weasley,” You said, pecking his lips. A smirk curled on their faces.
“Wrong,” They chirped in sync.
“I know I’m right,” You said, taking a seat. The twins kneeled in front of you, trying to keep you playing their game. You just watched as they tried harder to make you wrong.
“How?” They asked. You snorted.
“The way you carry yourselves is different. Fred, you’re the more outgoing one. You talk first most of the time. You also tend to be the brains behind a plan while your counterpart is the enabler. George, you’re the more sympathetic one and you carry on a joke. Merlin’s beard, you two, I’m dating Fred and I’ve known you for years,” You giggled. They exchanged another look before disappearing into the boys dorms. This was not going to be good.
The stupid game dragged on for weeks with them only becoming more insistent upon one being the other until you began to avoid both of them. That only lasted so long though. You wanted to be able to kiss Fred again. When you finally saw them again, only one approached you as you ate breakfast in the Great Hall. The way he swaggered up to you, you almost thought it was Fred. Almost. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders again.
“Hello, love,” He said, pulling you close. Raising an eyebrow, you pulled back.
“What the hell, George?” You mumbled, shoving another bite of eggs into your mouth.
“I’m Fred. Honestly, you call yourself my girlfriend. You’re as bad as my mother,” He laughed. You unwrapped his arm from you, looking around for your actual boyfriend.
“No, you aren’t. I can tell because my boyfriend kisses me good morning instead of saying it.” The ginger plastered his hand to his chest looking offended as you continued on with your breakfast. Finally, Fred joined you.
“Maybe you just need to brush your teeth before I kiss you,” George suggested.
“I have,” You said, calmly. “Hello, Fred.” It was now that you acknowledged the other redhead to your left. One more reason you knew that it was him. Fred always sat on your left.
“I’m George, mate,” He said. You rolled your eyes. This game was getting annoying.
“Would you cut it out? I’m getting really sick of having to explain that I know my boyfriend is my boyfriend.” They just laughed. Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance.
“Come on, babe. There’s nothing to be ashamed of when our own mother can’t tell us apart,” George said, rubbing your arm. You slammed your fork on your plate angrily.
“I can tell you apart. You two are just being dicks,” You snapped. Once again they laughed into their breakfast. Just then, an evil thought crossed your mind as you took a drink. Smirking into your goblet, you decided that, if they wanted you to play the game, you’d play it. Wiping the look from your face, you placed your goblet back on the table with a sweet smile.
“Are you finally coming around?” Fred asked. You nodded with the most apologetic expression you could muster.
“Yeah. I guess I just can’t tell you apart. I’m sorry,” You said, trying to keep the bubbling laugh down.
“Everyone makes mistakes,” Fred said, nudging your shoulder with his own.
“Yeah, (Y/N), just take our word for it next time,” George said.
“You are completely right, love,” You said, finishing off your breakfast. Standing, you gathered your things for class, but not before you pressed a kiss to George’s cheek. You watched as Fred flushed lightly with anger.
“Have fun in Potions,” George said. You smiled, hugging your books to your chest.
“Thanks, Fred. I’ll see you at lunch,” You chirped, turning to Fred with the same smile you always gave his brother. “Bye George.”
You played their game for about a week and you could see Fred beginning to lose it. You hadn’t gone as far as kissing George on the lips, but you’d given him all the hugs, satisfied sighs, and special smiles that you generally reserved for your boyfriend. There was also the added bonus of seeing George look as uncomfortable as a person could look. You had only lasted about a day without telling Hermione, who was just as amused by the situation.
“How long do you think it will be before they lose it?” You asked Hermione as you flipped the page in your book. It was just you two in the common room at the moment.
“I don’t know. I heard them talking earlier and it doesn’t sound like they’re going to give up any time soon,” She replied, looking up from her book. You bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows. You really wanted your actual boyfriend back.
“Ugggghhh,” You groaned, “I want Freddie back.”
“You could always give it up first, you know,” She suggested, knowing full well that losing was not an option for you. You glared lightly at her and she laughed.
“Don’t even go there,” You giggled. She looked thoughtful for a moment before an evil look crossed her face. That look both terrified and excited you.
“You could push them into forfeiting,” She said, ominously. You raised an eyebrow.
“I’m listening.” Hermione leaned with a devilish smile. It only took a few seconds of explaining to reach an understanding. She was telling you to really throw yourself into this. Go as far as Fred would let you go. You ran your fingers through your hair, biting your lip.
“At the very least, you’d win,” She said.
“You’re not wrong,” You said, apprehensively.
“Well, are you going to go through with it?” She asked. You rolled the idea around in your head for a few seconds before making your decision.
“Yeah. It’s not like it’ll go very far anyway,” You said with a shrug. She laughed, patting you on the shoulder.
Fred and George didn’t appear in the common room until a hour or so later, giving you and Hermione a good long time to laugh about your plan. When they walked in, you went silent. Grinning, you waved at Fred, who waved back grumpily.
“What’s wrong?” You asked. He plopped down on the couch and crossed his arms.
“Georgie’s just upset because he can’t get himself a girlfriend,” George laughed. You gave a fake pout in Fred’s direction. Glancing at Hermione, she gave you a subtle smile and excused herself to go to bed.
“Aww, don’t worry. You’ll find someone,” You said, punching him in the arm lightly. He simply gave you a sour look and you moved from his side to George’s lap.
“(Y/N)?” He asked, reddening slightly. It took everything you had to keep the impending smirk off your face. This was so obviously George. Fred always welcomed you into his lap with a kiss and a good natured joke at his brother’s expense.
“Yes, love?” You asked, innocently. You batted your eyelashes at him and intertwined your fingers with his.
“Don’t you think it’s inappropriate to do this in front of my little brother here?” He asked. You giggled sweetly, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.
“It hasn’t ever bothered you before.” You snuggled into the younger twin, placing the top of your head just under his chin and turning to look at your actual boyfriend.
Fred had crossed his arms and locked his fudge colored eyes onto the fireplace with an ugly look on his face. Red was creeping up his neck and turning his ears the same shade as his hair the more friendly you got with George. The thought of beating them at their own game made you continue with your antics. This was also basically a guarantee that they’d never play this game with you again. They still hadn’t broken yet. You shrugged internally. You’d just have to push a little further.
“You know, George, I think there are plenty of girls out there for you. Maybe try someone from the Quidditch team,” You suggested. Fred glared at you from the corner of his eye.
“Yeah?” He snapped. You nodded, looking as if nothing were wrong.
“Definitely. Angelina Johnson likes you, I think.” You felt George jump beneath you.
“Really?” He asked. You glanced back at him with a fake confused look.
“Is it really that shocking that she’d like your brother?” You asked. He cleared his throat, settling back into the couch and wrapping a hesitant arm around you.
“Yeah, considering I got all the good looks,” He taunted, weakly. You fought down your smirk again. You yawned, stretching languidly in a way that always drove Fred insane. George swallowed thickly. Their reaction was incredibly similar.
“I suppose I’d have to agree with you on that. Well, if you don’t mind Georgie, I think I’m going to steal your brother for the night,” You said, winking at an obviously panicking redhead. Fred’s eyes lit up with hellish flames that you’d never seen before, but he didn’t move.
“I mind,” He grunted.
“You had something planned?” You set your eyes on George, tipping your head to the side and leaning into him. This was usually the point in which Fred stopped caring if he’d planned something.
“W-Well, no, but…” He sputtered. Smirking inwardly, you patted yourself on the back for backing them into this corner. The game would be over soon and you would have your Fred back.
“Then there should be no reason as to why I can’t have him for tonight.” You pulled the uncomfortable twin to his feet.
“(Y/N),” Fred said. His tone was blank, but his face was twisted in anger that might not have been apparent if you weren’t looking for it.
“What, George?” You asked. He flinched as you called him by his brother’s name. He didn’t say anything, so you shrugged and began leading George to the exit. Usually, you and Fred would go spend your night in the Room of Requirement. Fred stood up, hands curling into fists.
“Just wait a minute! You’re not going anywhere with my bird!” Fred growled, crossing the room in three steps and tearing his brother from you. It was now that you couldn’t contain your laughter. It began to bubble and spill from your lips; starting as minor giggles and reaching a total mess of shrieking laughter that you rarely accomplished without the help of the Weasley twins. Both sets of eyes rested on you like you’d lost your marbles.
“She set us up,” George said, staring at you in disbelief.
“You bet I did! Dear lord, you should see the looks on your faces!” You cackled. An identical pair of unamused faces looked down at you a tears cascaded down your cheeks from laughing so hard.
“You did this on purpose?” They asked. You nodded, beginning to catch your breath.
“What the hell–”
“– is wrong with you?” They snapped. You snorted another laugh and wiped droplet from your eye.
“You guys started it,” You pointed out. They shared a look before George nodded at Fred and left the common room, leaving the two of you alone.
“Can you actually tell us apart?” He asked, coming closer to you.
“I can.” You watched him as the anger faded from his face, but not his eyes. Not yet anyway.
“Then what was the point of acting like you couldn’t?” He yelled. You laughed softly, taking his hand in yours.
“Punishment,” You stated simply. He blinked at you. “Come on, Freddie. You spent weeks torturing me for your own amusement. It’s really only fair that I have my fun too.”
“You almost shagged my brother to get back at us?” He asked. You shuddered at the thought.
“God, no, gross. I was just messing with you guys,” You said. Sighing, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with his free hand.
“This week has been awful,” He grumbled, hugging you close to him.
“That’s what you get for being a dick,” You laughed. He glanced down at you.
“Remind me again why the hat didn’t put you in Slytherin.” You patted his cheek, lovingly.
“Because I knew this really cute redhead who got sorted into Gryffindor and there was no way in hell that I was letting him slip through my fingers,” You said. He held your hips.
“Who? Me?” He asked, modestly.
“I was talking about George,” You said.
“(Y/N),” He said, warningly. You chuckled warmly, pecking his lips once.
“Only joking, of course it was you.” Smiling, he pulled you up to him so he could give you a proper kiss for the first time in about a month. I’m so glad that I got that stupid game to end, you thought as you fused your lips together.
“Sorry to interrupt,” George’s voice cut in. You pulled away looking at him. “Does Angelina really–”
“Yes.” You said.
“Wicked.”

Neville’s Sister

Sat, 01 Jul 2017 19:08:20 +1000

Pairing: George x Reader
Request: I L O V E your imagines <3 Could you do a George imagine where Hufflepuff reader is Neville’s sister and George can’t belive he fancies her and Harry, Ron and Fred are teasing him about it?
A/N: I actually read an Imagine with a very similar prompt and it’s actually one of my favourite Imagines! the link is here if you wanna check it out, I’ll try not to make mine too similar (also sorry for my super long hiatus)
Squicks: None

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The entire school was together in the Great Hall for dinner at their respective tables, all talking amongst themselves over the enormous mounds of food.

In the middle of he and Fred’s heated debate on who knows what, George soon loses interest when the Hufflepuff girl from his Care for Magical Creatures class walks up to the Gryffindor table. Since no one wanted to take Hagrid’s class, those who did choose the class from fourth and fifth years were put together, which is how George had first seen her today for their first class of the year.

Fred followed his brother’s gaze and they both fall silent, wondering what reason she would have for coming up to them. George’s mind raced with different scenarios of how she could somehow know how big of a crush he had on her, but instead of coming up to them, she went up to Neville.

“Hey Nev, here’s that Herbology book you wanted, I’ve been meaning to catch you all day,” she says, handing a book to Neville, who had the eyes of about half of Gryffindor on him, while the other half were all admiring Y/n.

“Thanks Y/n, I’ll give it back to you when I can,” he says with a smile.

Y/n looks across the table to see the twins looking back at her, one of them with a slight blush,

“Oh, you’re both in Hagrid’s class with me aren’t you?” she says with a smile, to which George returns eagerly.

“We are indeed, and what might your name be?” Fred asks,

“I’m Y/n, now which one is Fred and which is George?” you say, looking between the two of them quizzically.

Fred introduces the two of them, pointing to each of them respectively when doing so.

“Ah, so George is the cute one,” you say with a flirty grin, to which George’s eyes widen and Fred calls bullshit. You laugh, not knowing which reaction is funnier, “I guess I’ll be seeing you two around more often,” you say with a wink before turning on your heel to head back to your spot on the Hufflepuff table.

Everyone fell quiet until you had sat back down with your friends, when all the notable Gryffindor students laughed and whistled at George, who was now even more red than before.

“How do you know her anyway?” Fred asks Neville as George hides his face in his hands,

“Are you kidding me? She’s my sister,” Neville responds, causing George to look up, the same look of confusion and shock etched on both his and Fred’s faces; the only way you’d be able to tell them apart was by George’s blush.

“She’s what?!” they both say loudly, Neville taken aback by their sudden shock,

The Hufflepuff girls around y/n all giggle loudly, as Y/n says to them, “sounds like Neville’s told them who I am”.

“You never told us your sister was so hot?!” Fred says, still bewildered by the new information,

“I don’t know how close you and your family are but I don’t personally find my own sister hot,” Neville responds wearily, as Ron grunts back a laugh.

“Hey hey, don’t be such a smart arse to your future brother-in-law’s brother,” Fred says, earning a punch to the arm from George.

Neville pulls a disgusted face, “dear God, I hope she has more sense than to put me through that kind of hell,” he says looking between the two brothers, who were now back to discussing the ever-so-beautiful Y/n.

majestic-imagines: requested by anon

Tue, 13 Jun 2017 21:03:57 +1000

majestic-imagines:

requested by anon

Thoughts // Fred Weasley

Thu, 01 Jun 2017 19:17:51 +1000

corolux:

A/N: a random story that popped into my head! For all I know, it could be incredibly cringe worthy. I hope you all enjoy it, nonetheless! I have also made the reader a Gryffindor, because it just flowed nicely with the plot.

She has her nose pressed up against the window pane of the Gryffindor common room. Her fingers slowly trace the lines of frost dancing across the frosty glass.

It’s the middle of the night, and the world outside is covered with a thick blanket of fluffy white snow. The world is peaceful and quiet, and yet, she feels lost somehow.

Her mind is completely lost and her thoughts are as scattered as the fluttering snowflakes just outside her window. She shakes her head and pulls her icy fingertips away from the window. She really should have gone to bed by now, but she just can’t seem to sleep. Her mind is too scattered and she’s too confused to make heads or tails or her thoughts right now. Normally she has her act together. Normally she knows exactly what she should, would and could do.

But not when it comes to Fred Weasley.

He was a wild card, and she never expected herself to become friends with him, let alone fall madly in love with him.

She had always seen her Prince Charming as a tall, rugged, blond-haired, blue-eyed classic beauty. She never in a million years expected him to have red hair, or that playful smattering of freckles on his face, or those beautiful eyes that almost always had a mischievous twinkle in them.

They didn’t become friends until her third year, and she was surprised to see how much they actually had in common. They soon began to hand out more and more, and what used to be “Fred and George Weasley” slowly grew into “(Y/n) and Fred and George Weasley”.

Their friendship was wild, fun and filled with endless days of laughter. There were countless copies of silly photographs scattered around their dorms of their wild adventures, capturing some of their finest moments. Endless trips to Hogsmeade, days spent lounging out by the lake, days filled with Quidditch and laughs and smiles and all the best things in life.

The day that Fred asked Angelina to the Yule Ball instead of her broke her heart just a little bit. That was the day that she began to suspect that her feelings for Fred were something more than just pure platonic friendship. Those consuming feelings were swallowing her whole and she couldn’t get rid of them. So, naturally, she shoved them deep down inside her and forced herself to put on a smile instead. She would be happy, and she would continue acting like everything was perfectly alright in her seemingly picture perfect life.

She wants so desperately to scream out to the world her love for Fred, but she won’t let herself do it. He is her friend, and probably thinks of her as nothing more than that.

She shakes her head, jarring herself back to reality. She traces a tiny heart in the corner of the glass with her index finger, smiling at the simplicity of it. She slowly peels herself up and off of the bench, making her way over to the staircase leading up to her dorm. She would just have to deal with all of this in the morning.

The next day dawned as beautiful as ever, and (Y/n) woke up and peeled herself out of bed. She got ready for her day, following the same thoughtless routine. She was making her way into the common room when she was tapped on the shoulder by none other than Fred Weasley himself.
“So. (Y/n). You’re still on for Hogsmeade today, right?”
She raised her eyebrow.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Fred sighed.
“You’ve just been sort of off lately. You haven’t been your normal self.”
She let out a single, melodic laugh.
“You have no idea, Fred. No idea.”
With that, she bid him farewell and rushed out the door.
Fred turned to George with a look of utter bewilderment on his face. George simply shrugged and shook his head.

She continued to sit at that same window, every night, hoping to reach some sort of conclusion to her problems. It was one fateful night when Fred happened to get up in the middle of the night, for some unknown reason. He didn’t notice (Y/n) at first, but when he did, he noticed the utterly confused look on her face. He paused for a moment, sighing.

“(Y/n), what are you doing up this late? You should be sleeping!”

She jumped, only registering Fred’s presence when he spoke. She looked up at him, blinked slowly and threw her hands into her face. Fred rushed over to her. He sat down on the bench next to her and gently asked what was wrong. She mumble that absolutely nothing was wrong into her hands.
“Now, we both now that isn’t true. Please, tell me what is wrong so I can try and help you.”

It was at that moment in time when she reached a conclusion and shattered into a million tiny pieces.
She said, all in a big rush “You’re not supposed to fall in love with your best friend!”
Fred’s face was unreadable. (Y/n) couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He turned his face to the window. She gently nudged him.
“Fred, what is it?”
“It’s George, isn’t it? You fell in love with George.”
She shook her head slowly, beginning to understand. Fred thought she was in love with his brother this entire time.
“Fred” she shook her head. “It’s always been you.”
He turned to look at her, doubt clouding his eyes.
“You’re not in love with George?”
She smiled.
“No. If anything, I love him as a brother.”
She smiled awkwardly.
“I understand if you don’t feel the same way… it’s just I’ve been thinking about it for so long, and I didn’t know what to do and I’m just honestly a mess right now so I really hope you’ll forgive me.”

Fred smiled and laughed a bit.
“You’re adorable when you ramble, you know that, right?”

“Are you sure? Because sometimes I just ramble when I’m nervous to fill up space and…”
He cut her off with a simple kiss, tangling his hands in her hair.

They break apart, hundreds of unspoken promises filling the air around them in that moment. He holds his arms out and pulls her into them. He waves his wand and summons a blanket over to the two of them, wrapping it around them. She leans her head on his shoulder, and everything is right in her perfect little world again.

Blood Purity

Thu, 11 May 2017 23:22:12 +1000

myboipotterimagines:

Request: I NEED THIS OMG OKAY SO it’s George or Fred (I love George but either is fine) where you’re muggleborn and George flirts with you a lot in class cause he has a crush but umbrigde is not having it nah fam so she gives him detention for one of his many mini crimes and makes him write lines of “I will practice blood purity” and Reader is pisssedddddd when she finds out
(A/N: HAS CUSSING)
You sit in your normal spot in DADA, at the table beside the Weasley twins’. Umbridge carries herself into the classroom and stops at her board. “Today we will be reading from the book. Pages 243-263. There will be no need to talk.”
“Are we really doing this again, Professor? Miss (your last name) is more interesting and she’s dull as a rock,” George says with a small smirk.
“These books are so predictable I can’t tell it apart from the Weasley twins,” you add, smirking slightly in George’s direction.
“Brutal,” Fred mutters.
“Quiet! If I hear another word from any of you, there will be consequences!” Umbridge squeaks. You roll your eyes and return to your reading.
You feel a tap on your shoulder and look down to see a note slipped under your book. You quietly open the note and read. “Maybe you do have more personality than a rock.”
“Sadly, you’re still predictable,” you write back, passing the note back to George.
His mouth fell in fake shock and he placed his hand on his chest.
“George Weasley!” Umbridge screeched. “Detention after class!”
“Oh no,” George whispered sarcastically. Class was dismissed and everyone left except for George, who had to stay for detention.
You were curled up in an armchair when George returned from detention. “That foul git!” he yelled.
“George!” you yelled, getting his attention. You motioned him over and he sat on the arm of your chair. “What happened - wait, what’s on your hand?” You looked down to see a phrase etched into his hand. “I will practice blood purity.”
You gasped. “Did she carve your skin?”
“She made me write that over and over and the pen did it to me,” he whispered.
“She did fucking not,” you seethe.
“She did.”
You storm out of the room and find McGonagall. “What the hell? Do you know what Umbridge is doing in her detention?” you scream.
“Miss (your last name), I suggest you calm down before I put you into detention myself.”
“She makes you write lines and the pen etches into your skin. You write with your own blood,” you say as calmly as you can.
“That is unacceptable. Thank you, (y/n), you may return to your common room.”
You leave her office and make your way back to the Gryffindor common room. George is laying down on a couch, clutching his hand. “Hey, let’s get that cleaned up.”
You help George up and to his bathroom after grabbing a first aid kit from your room. You mum knew you’d need it. “This is going to hurt,” you say, washing his hand out with alcohol. He flinched and squeezed his eyes shut. “I know it hurts,” you whisper.
You wrap his hand up and close your case. “I’m so sorry she did that.”
“It was worth it, actually.”
“You’re an actual idiot.”
“You like an idiot. What will your parents say?” George gasps.
“I do not,” you say, crossing your arms.
“Guess I’m not an idiot then.”
You blush. “Would you like to join me in Hogsmeade next trip?” you ask.
“Absolutely,” George replies.

Can you suggest some Harry Potter computer games that don't require money

Sun, 07 May 2017 15:46:47 +1000

Okay, so for years I spent all my time on HogwartsLive.com which is a text/roleplay/computer game thing. You start as a first year and can progress through your years through fighting in the forbidden forest and dueling teachers and eventually fight Voldemort. I lived for the game (and I still log on on occasion).

Hogwarts Is Here is another one I love, where you can basically attend an online Hogwarts and take online courses like “Defense Against the Dark Arts” and write essays and homework and such and learn from lessons and textbooks.