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You were laughing with your two favorite people: Fred and George, the Weasley Twins. Making random jokes, reminiscing their own fifth years. "How's the shop coming?" You ask, crossing your legs. George shrugs, running a hand through his still long, ginger hair. "It's been going great. Mum's still very offended by it, for whatever reason." Fred rolls his eyes, leaning closer to you. "Y\N, could you promise us something?"
You tilt your head a bit and then nod. George, looking positively alarmed and concerned gazes at Fred, looking for some type of conformation that it is a good promise, since he is being dragged into it. Fred shoos George away and looks you dead in your eyes. "Promise us you won't kiss any guy while you are at school." George looks taken aback and then just decides to go with it, matching Fred's desperation with his own pleading gaze.
You chuckle awkwardly, immediately placing your hand on your neck nervously. "Guys, you know I-" You were cut off by Fred leaning forward and capturing your sweet lips in an even sweeter and more passionately begging kiss. Your eyes widen at first as he wraps his arms securely around your waist, forcing you closer. George watches in awe at Fred's boldness and then clears his throat noisily, Fred's lips leave yours and so does his arms. You recoup momentarily as George is easing you into a meaningful and sweet kiss, completely different from the fiery, passionate kiss Fred gifted you with.
"I-I promise." You utter softly, earning yourself two relieved smiles from the twins. "C'mon, let's get you down to Mum for dinner." George says, standing up and extending his hand to help you up. "Yeah. Mum will go ballistic if she hears we did this.." A grin widens on Fred's face, although he seems serious to an extent. "I love you guys." You smirk, following the two tall red-heads out of their shared bedroom door.
A\N: This is something I thought of randomly scrolling through my fluffy tags for the Weasleys, and here it is, in parts, with part two coming Monday soo be ready for that.
IMPORTANT HARRY POTTER QUESTION!!!
For all of us that have read HP fics of whatever era we have inevitably come across a common room party.
My question is how do the older kids keep the younger ones out of the parties??? Like what if one comes in late from the library? Ok sure you send that kiddo up to bed but what about the others up in their rooms? How do you keep them from coming down and partaking in something beyond their age range????
If anyone has any thoughts or ideas please let me know I can’t think of anything logical …
MASTERLIST!
Miguel O’hara:
YOU WHAT? (fluff)
CLOSET / WTF (Pt2)
Earth-42 Miles Morales:
Gremlin gf hcs
Jason Todd:
Are we still friends? (Titans Jason Series)
Suna Rintarou
Happier than ever (SMAU masterlist)
you can request these characters! I also prefer imagines or situations than hcs bc i’m really not good at them, and I'm not good at writing smut, also keep in mind that English is not my first language so I may not be that good, you're welcome to correct me in whatever mistakes I make, thank u!
Titans (dc show):
Jason Todd
Dick Grayson
Batfam (dc)
Dick Grayson
Jason Todd
Harry Potter
Young Severus Snape
Tom Riddle
Regulus Black
Diary of a wimpy kid: Rodrick Rules
Rodrick Heffley
MHA
Bakugou Katsuki
Todoroki Shoto
Tamaki Amajiki
Denki Kaminari
Shinsou Hitoshi
Dabi (Todoroki Touya)
Shigaraki Tomura
Little Women (2019)
Theodore Laurence (Laurie)
Haikyuu!!
Tsukishima Kei
Oikawa Toruu
Suna Rintarou
Sakusa Kiyoomi
Maybe Kenma
The Disastrous Life of Saiki K
Saiki Kusuo
Am i the only one that crys every time that they read/see the part where Fred dies in harry potter. Because i have read spin offs for like fan-fic stuff and every time i cry like a little baby for at least 30 minutes.
April first, 1999
George blew the candles, encouraged by his family and friends. He didn't knew how long he would resist smiling. No, don't think like that, he nagged himself, they need this as much as you do. He just had to keep going, just a little more.
He decided to focus his attention on something other than the cake, like, Hermione and Ron. They remind me of Angelina and- nope. Harry, Harry who had also been-no. Percy, who should have- NO. Teddy, whose parents were-oh for Merlin's beard!-wait, what?.
Slowly but surely, the little Lupin was crawling in his onesie towards his puffy bludger , courtesy of Lee Jordan, probably to chew the wrapper with that toothless mouth of his.
The baby would be one year old in a few months and was already babbling, he couldn't help but chuckle. Then, he saw his chance, this was it! He ended his cake slice, picked up the baby and tickled him.
-It's quite late for you to be up, don't ya think, lil' fella? I'll take him to his crib-he told his father.
-Be careful-Arthur smiled softly. If he knew his intentions, he didn't said a word.
As soon as they were in the hallway, George exhaled as he leaned against the wall, and quietly, very quietly, he sobbed and shed a tear. No one mentioned him, but his twin's presence, or rather, absence, was felt all around the Burrow.
Teddy didn't liked seeing Georgie like this, he didn't liked it!. So he reached with his tiny baby hands to his cheeks, as if asking "Are you okay?". That seem to work when Uncle Harry touched his head.
He wasn't, but he played it cool for the kid-S'nothing, let's get you to your room
Teddy settled down on his chest with sleepy eyelids. Going up the stairs, he heard what he suspected when he saw the empty chair: he wasn't the only one that had stepped away from the party to mourn in peace.
-I-I miss you so much, my child, my Fred- Molly cried while looking at a picture of the Weasley twins laughing, maybe after one of many pranks they had pulled over the years.
The crib was just next to her mother's bed, as she would babysit Teddy for her admittedly large experience. He knocked, almost sorry to do so.
-Oh, George! I-I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were coming, I just-
-It's fine, mom. Don't worry about it.
-Did everyone ate already?
-Yup
Teddy looked at the old frame, frowning a little. Then he turned his hair red.
-Oh. Do you want me to hold you, darling?-asked the woman, cleaning her face and showing a sad smile.
-Fwed?
Fred. That was his first word. Fred.
The ghost grinned softly.