Polaroids [f.w]

polaroids [f.w]

word count: 1.7k

pairing: fred weasley x reader

warnings: angst, death.

a/n: felt like i needed to post something. just an idea i had :)

request: n/a

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a sigh escaped your lips as you rummaged through the old box you had stored in your bedroom. you had just arrived home after the end of your 7th year term, and you were sorting your things. the war was finally over, and finally for once in your life, things had started to feel almost normal. 

you were just getting through your final year, you did have to repeat it due to the horrors of your last year, where every corner you’d find a curse waiting to be thrown at you. you finished your exams with the grades you tried so hard to get and were happy with how things had gone.

until you received an owl a few days before you were due to return home, that you and your family were to move to america within the coming weeks. you hadn’t wanted to leave, but your parents assured you that leaving would be best for you, with all the traumatic experiences you’d faced. 

you lost the only person you loved in the war, yes, but you were managing well, with the help of your best and closest friends. you didn’t know how you would survive without them. 

besides that, you had grown up in england, in this very house, and with every bit of decoration being placed in various boxes, you felt your childhood being picked apart piece by piece. 

it was hard for you, having had some of your best memories in the old building. which is why when you stumbled upon a dusty, yet distinguishable box you vividly recalled, you couldn’t pull yourself from the urge to go through it. 

you pulled the box with you as you sat on the edge of your bed, gently lifting the lid and smiling as your eyes glanced over the contents. it was filled with polaroid pictures; a camera that was gifted from your muggle aunt, that you forced him to take pictures of you both with on multiple occasions. 

you ran your hand gently over the pile, your hand grazing a random one and picking it up, smiling fondly as you reminisced. 

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an 11 year-old version of yourself stood shakily in front of the brick wall, your heart racing. your mother ran briskly behind you, catching up to your small form quickly. glancing at her wrist, your mother cursed under her breath and grabbed your wrist, pulling you without warning through the passage to what would be your new home. 

the platform was quite intimidating, parents and children running here and there, scrambling to get onto the train. you bid your mother goodbye, and without much protest, found your way onto the train. 

being a first year student was hard, and you wanted to find yourself an empty compartment, rather than having to ask someone to sit with them and risk rejection. you found one quickly, pulling out your camera and a book and throwing your case above, relaxing in the seat.

your silence was only interrupted by the door flying open, and two identical redheaded boys who looked a few years older than you, sat down in front of you. you blinked in shock, when one of the two reached out a hand to you. 

“fred weasley. this is my brother, george. we’re third years. mind if we join you?” you took a second, before hesitantly taking his hand and shaking it, followed by george’s. 

“y/n l/n.” 

“say, what’s that?” george piped up, pointing to the polaroid sitting next to you. 

“it’s my camera, see!” you spoke enthusiastically, the pride of your camera overwhelming you. they seemed intrigued, so after a quick explanation, fred spoke up.

“could we take a picture together?” you looked at him, making sure he wasn’t messing around or making fun of you, but he seemed genuine. you smiled, agreeing. you slipped in between the two twins, fred taking the camera due to his longer arm, and you all posed as he snapped the picture.

a single tear slid down your cheek as you took in the memory, taking in a deep breath. that was only the first of many interactions you had with the weasley twins. a sad, yet meaningful chuckle escaped your lips. 

if only you had known back then how important those boys were going to be in your life, you would’ve gotten to know them better right then and there. sure, they were three years older than you, but they acted as though they were three younger.

laying the polaroid on your bed, you fished out another one. a picture of you, angelina, fred, harry and george; harry on george and fred’s shoulders, you tucked under fred’s free arm and angelina tucked under george’s. 

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you swiftly caught the quaffle, weaving your way through opposing players and an occasional bludger, the wind whipping gracefully through your hair. you caught sight of angelina, a fellow chaser, with an open shot, yet was undetected by the ravenclaws seemingly swarming you. 

with a quick dip and sharp turn of your broom, you effectively distracted your pursuers, easily throwing the quaffle to angelina, allowing her to score. this went on for another twenty or so minutes, before you finally heard the announcer call that harry had caught the snitch.

you all landed cheering, meeting your team in the middle of the field and embracing one another. you saw ron and hermione running up to you, your polaroid clutched tightly in hermione’s hands. 

as oliver gave his typical gloating speech and dismissed the team, hermione quickly called you all over to take a picture. the two gingers swiftly lifted up the chosen boy, and were quick to grab you and angelina as well, all of you smiling as hermione took the picture. 

she waited a few moments for it to process, looking at it with pride. you slid out of fred’s arm to collect the picture, pretending to judge it. 

“it’s perfect.” you affirmed. she beamed, and you glanced at up at your friends, exchanging smiles, and one noticeably larger smile to a special someone.

it was the simple memories like this that were your favourite. you didn’t need to worry about harry, ron or hermione getting themselves into trouble with the dark lord, these moments were the very few normal times where you could all just pretend there wasn’t a war looming over you, ready to happen at any given moment. 

you smiled, sorting through the rest of the polaroids until one in particular made your heart stop. you handled it with great delicacy, the tears now freely flowing as you looked at the beautiful image.

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you stood anxiously in your mirror, twisting and twirling in front of it in a feeble attempt to gain confidence. it didn’t work however, and you let out a frustrated sigh. hermione peeked her head out from the bathroom, giggling when she saw the state you were in. 

“y/n, you look amazing. stop worrying so much!” 

you frowned at her, “hermione, look at you, then look at me! i don’t even compare.” you huffed, and she sighed. 

“you know that’s not true, and besides, fred is going to love it.” 

at this, you tensed. “hermione, we’re just friends.” you muttered, your cheeks flushing. the original plan had been for you to go as friends along with george, but he’d finally mustered up the courage to ask out angelina. 

instead of letting it get to you, you and fred agreed to go just the two of you. 

specified only as friends, of course. which meant it wasn’t a date, but hermione seemed to not be able to get this idea out of her head. “mhm.” she waved you off, re-entering the bathroom to finish off her look for the extravagant night. 

when you were both finally ready, you stepped down the stairs together, giggling as excitement bubbled in your chest. hermione was meeting krum at the entrance to the ball, so you told fred to meet you there as well. 

together, you made your way to your dates, and a foreign feeling of nerves washed over you as you quietly replayed hermione’s words in your head. you bit your lip as you turned the corner, smiling as your eyes landed on your not-date for the night.

stepping down the stairs, you had been a nervous wreck. only an hour later, you and fred were having the time of your life, dancing and singing to your hearts’ content. 

it was like time had stopped around you, and that you two were the only ones who were there. you were in your own little bubble and you were on cloud nine. it was only in your last slow dance, that he kissed you for the first time. it wasn’t necessarily like the movies would show it, but it was perfect. 

colin creevy found you the next day, handing you a perfectly taken polaroid of you and fred. it was during your special slow dance, you both gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes, moments before he leaned in. it looked as though you had posed for the picture, you couldn’t have loved the photo more. 

it conveyed so much emotion, every unspoken word between you was portrayed. it was love, and anyone could see that. (you even loved it so much, you decided for once, to let it slide that the younger boy had been taking pictures of you without your knowledge in the first place.)

so as you sat on your bed, crying every last tear as sobs wracked your body, you couldn’t help but feel the ghost of his arms around you. every comforting word he ever spoke echoed in your mind. 

“it’s okay, love.” “everything is going to be alright.” “i love you, forever.”

it was scary, really. you could’ve sworn he was right there next to you. but he wasn’t, and he was never going to be. he was gone; you were never going to see him again and you had to accept that. 

you gently placed the polaroids back into the box, painfully swallowing as you packed it away with the rest of your things. you glanced around the almost empty bedroom you’d spent so many nights lying in his arms, or thinking about him; and suddenly, the thought of leaving didn’t seem so bad after all.

proud [h.p]

word count: 1.5k

pairing: harry potter x diggory!reader

warnings: angst, cedric’s death

a/n: i changed the request a little bit, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless! *italics = a dream*

request: Hii luv can u do a Harry x reader where is Cedrics younger sister who is dating Harry and she goes along with the trio to find the huxorucs and instead of Hermione it’s the reader! And she gets flashbacks of her brother! And u can do the rest! Hope this isn’t too much!! (Can this be fluffy plz!) love u (requested by anon)

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“please be careful.” you pleaded to him, a sinking feeling weighing down on you. 

“i will. i always am.” he said, his boyish smile easing you slightly. 

“i love you ced. i’ll kill you if you get yourself hurt.” you said jokingly, though the uneasy smile on your face told you true feelings. 

he sighed, pulling you into a hug. “y/n, i promise. i’ll be okay. this is what i’ve been training for; it’s just an enchanted maze. how dangerous could it be?” 

“no!” you cried, seeing his body hit the ground. “cedric!” you wailed, your legs giving out under you and falling to your knees. he couldn’t be gone. he promised. he promised he’d be okay. 

you distantly heard your father scream and run towards the middle of the field, and you somehow found it in you to follow him. you wanted so desperately to stop yourself, the image of his lifeless body forever engraved in your brain. 

you kept running with shaking legs, tears blurring your vision as you fell into your father’s chest soaking his coat with tears.

your eyes snapped open, your face dripping with sweat as you jerked into a sitting position. you panicked, glancing all around the tent and finding a small relief when you determined where you were. though it didn’t last long, because you remembered why you were here in the first place. 

you slipped out of bed, careful not to wake the others as you stepped out of the tent, stretching as you did so. you sat down on a rock, allowing the cool air to hit your skin and relax you slightly. it was just another nightmare. a recurring nightmare of a real event, but still, just a nightmare.

it was hard moving on. your brother meant everything to you; seeing him lying dead in front of you was the most heart-wrenching thing you’d ever felt, and were sure you’d ever feel in your entire life. 

you remembered it so vividly, the nightmares frequently reminding you of that night, though in reality it had happened nearly three years ago. everyone told you to give it time, ‘it’ll get easier’ they said. unfortunately for you, time did nothing but make you miss him more with every passing day.

you snapped out of your trance when you heard crunching footsteps. you looked in the direction of the source, one hand immediately flying to your wand in your pocket, when you saw it was only harry, and someone following him. you squinted, and gasped once you saw who it was. 

“ron?” you whispered, taken aback. he’d left in a fit, and you certainly didn’t expect to see him back here. you knew hermione wouldn’t take it well either. the two approached you, both dripping wet. 

“where the hell have you been?” you asked ron, defensively. hermione was your best friend, and currently she was in the tent, away from the three of you. 

“it’s a long story.” he answered, and you angrily shook your head when something caught your eye. 

“what’s that, then?” he held up the sword of gryffindor, you gasping when you saw it. “how did-” you started, but you were interrupted before you got a chance to ask. 

“what is going on out here?” hermione asked, storming out of the tent and freezing when she saw ron. “you-” she was speechless, and an awkward silence fell upon the four of you. 

“ron, give me that.” you stormed over, snatching the wand. “harry, do you have the locket?” he nodded, and you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the forest. “we’ll be back. neither of you better leave.” you said sternly, and you and harry made your way deep into the woods.

“put it down.” you demanded, and harry gave you a look. “harry, i mean it.” he sighed as he did so, coming towards you. 

“you don’t have to do this.” he told you, gently taking your free hand in his and caressing your cheek with the other. you leaned into his touch, huffing slightly. 

“i do.” you whispered. “i have to, for him.” harry tensed at the mention of your brother, but he knew he couldn’t stop you from doing this. if you felt this was what’s right and this would bring you a sort of closure, he couldn’t bring himself to take that away from you.

you and harry hadn’t been close before the incident, in fact you’d never really spoken. he was the most popular boy in your year, and you’d hardly had any classes together. once he became a triwizard champion, you’d grown to dislike the boy (though you did defend harry to your brother when the pins spread around). 

when cedric died however, you both went through an incredibly traumatizing experience. you, of course, in losing your brother, and harry in having watched him die. he’d found you crying one day in myrtle’s bathroom (he’d been crying too) and ever since you two had bonded and started going to each other for help with coping. 

one day he’d kissed you, and from then on, a relationship was formed.

harry wasn’t stupid, and he wasn’t oblivious either. he knew about the nightmares and the constant reminder of him. all he could do was hold you and make it go away. 

knowing this locket would likely spring out something relative to cedric, he was terrified to allow you to do this, but he also didn’t have it in his heart to stop you. you needed this. you needed closure, and you certainly weren’t going to get it any other way. your brother had died such a brutal death, you never truly got to say goodbye. 

harry knew partially the only reason (besides himself) you’d come to find horcruxes was to get your own revenge on voldemort. this locket was that revenge, and with hesitation, he stepped away from your frame and distanced himself from the locket.

“when i speak, the locket will open. don’t listen to anything it may say; none of it is true. you can do this.” he spoke with such confidence, you nearly believed he felt that way. deep down however, you knew harry, and he was terrified. you were too. 

you nodded, taking a deep breath and raising the sword, preparing for the worst. harry sent you a smile, gulping nervously as he began speaking silkily in parseltongue. you weren’t sure what you were expecting to jump out of the locket, but it wasn’t what had formed in the darkness arising from the locket.

“y/n..” he snarled, seemingly stepping closer to you. “look at you. pathetic. what have you done here? have you helped at all?” you couldn’t think straight anymore, looking wide-eyed at the figure who so resembled your brother, frozen in shock. 

“you’ve done nothing to help them. you’ve done nothing to avenge me. you can’t even break a tiny little necklace. you’re weak.” you raised the sword, your fear being overtaken by shame and anger. “i’m disappointed in you.” 

with those last haunting words, you swung the sword as hard as you could, smashing the locket and destroying the horcrux within. you dropped the sword, dropping to your knees again, like all those years ago.

harry raced over, wrapping his arms around your frame and holding you tight. “you did it, love. you destroyed a horcrux.” he beamed, and you couldn’t help but smile. you did destroy a horcrux. you assisted in killing voldemort. 

you kissed harry, him reciprocating quickly, before grabbing the sword and locket. the two of you made your way back to ron and hermione, his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulder. you were beaming; all you’d ever wanted after cedric’s death was to make him proud and avenge his death, and you finally felt like you’d done that. 

you made your way back to see ron and hermione arguing, rolling your eyes. “can you two stop yelling at each other for two minutes so we can have a nice reunion?” you said sarcastically, smiling at them both. they blushed, and against hermione’s better judgement, you had a sort of group hug. 

“that’s one less horcrux to deal with.” harry sighed, hermione and ron frowning. 

“don’t we still need to destroy it, mate? ron asked, and harry smiled proudly at you. 

“have i forgotten to mention y/n destroyed it already?” 

the two looked at you in a mix of confusion and pride, eventually settling in pride. “when the bloody hell did you do that?” ron asked, laughing lightly. 

“whilst you two were too busy arguing, obviously” you sassed, the four of you bursting into laughter. you all cast some final protection spells and headed inside the tent, harry’s arm never moving from you. he couldn’t even imagine the pain you’d gone through destroying that locket and he was so proud of you. 

you spent the rest of the evening celebrating that you now had one less horcrux to find and destroy, the weight of the upcoming war was relieved for one night as the four of you allowed yourselves one night to simply forget about the issues at hand. 

and for once since that day, you could finally say you fell asleep with a smile on your face, thinking about how proud cedric would’ve been of you. strangely, you felt more connected with him than you had since it had happened, and a sense of calm wash over you as you drifted off to sleep.

happier [j.p]

word count: 1.5k

pairing: james potter x platonic!reader

warnings: angst

a/n: italicized text = flashback / really happy with this one!

request: Can you do a James Potter imagine where he was best friends with a girl for his whole life and Lily is jealous of their relationship so he breaks off their friendship, and the marauders are all super mad. And then he sees her with other people and regrets everything please? I love the imagines you’ve done so far x (requested by anon)

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you watched him with her, sitting across from each other at the gryffindor table, laughing together. they looked happy. he looked happy. that’s all that ever mattered to you. if his happiness meant you were no longer a part of his life, you decided you could live with that. 

you were only 2 years old when you met james potter for the first time. you lived in a house next to the potters, (though it was remarkably smaller, and looked quite silly next to the large manor), and your parents had decided it was time to meet your neighbors. 

your parents having tea with his turned from a one-time meeting to a daily occurence, meaning you and james would spend a lot of time together. at such a young age, you were simply happy to have someone to play with, little did you know.

you were 6 years old when you made your promise to each other. the one you were sure would never break; one that would bound your friendship for life. 

“james, will we always be best friends?” you asked, your big eyes sparkling with curiosity. 

“of course, y/n. best friends forever.” he replied, smiling down at your smaller figure. 

“pinky promise?” you stuck out your pinky; a tradition you’d learned from your muggle-born mother. this was something you’d taught james long ago, and without hesitation he’d liked his finger with yours, sealing the words you held dearly to your heart for years to come. 

perhaps you were naive for thinking he’d keep those words.

you were 11 years old when you’d first stepped foot on the hogwarts train. you remember being incredibly nervous that entire morning, and james had held your hand and practically dragged you onto the train. 

the two of you had found a compartment with 3 other students in your year; sirius black, severus snape, and lily evans. you didn’t recall much of what was said in that carriage, though you would never forget lily defending severus against sirius and james, or the look james gave her when she’d first snapped back at his snarky remark. 

those things stuck with you, probably because they never changed; james and sirius formed an ongoing rivalry with severus, and james’ crush on lily only grew with time.

you were 15 years old when things started to change. james had always been someone who loved attention, not that it was his fault; being an only child, he was used to having a lot of it. so when he’d started showing off to lily in your first year, you weren’t surprised nor phased, because no matter what he’d always make time for you. 

however, it had started to become a somewhat recurrent theme as to where he’d miss a study date, claiming he’d forgotten or where he’d be too busy to make plans. 

you knew he truly was busy; he’d been extra passionate about quidditch recently, and he felt pressured to keep up his grades, so you never thought too much of it, because at the end of the day, you still hung out regularly; you had your own share of things to do, and you were content. 

you were 17 years old when james had finally won lily over. in your opinion, after so long it was a little bit suspicious that suddenly she’d taken interest, but you saw how happy she made him so you kept it to yourself. you and lily got along fine as well; never having really spoken to the girl, aside having the odd casual conversation here and there. she seemed nice, from the few chats the two of you shared. 

you were 17 years old when you realized that wasn’t the case.

it was about a week into their relationship when james stopped ‘forgetting’ your study dates (rather blatantly cancelling them instead) more frequently. you tried not to take it too personally; he’d finally got the attention of the girl he’d been pining after since the first year, and you figured it was best to give the two some space for the time being to settle into their relationship. 

you would wait for him to come to you when he was ready.

however, time went on and james never came back; if anything, you’d found him distancing himself more and more. they were little things; certain things only his best friend would notice. 

the way he nervously tugged on the edge of his robe when you’d talked, short responses during your conversations, little nervous glances when the two of you were alone together. 

james had been acting very strange, and you didn’t know if this was something you should be worried about, or if it was simply a phase. 

the boys had noticed his behavior as well. sirius and remus watched james practically throw you aside without a moment’s thought, simply because his new girlfriend asked him to. 

they were fully aware of what the two of you had gone through together and to see him give it up for a girl who for years wouldn’t give him the time of day, had them furious. they’d tried to confront him about it, but he’d only shrugged them off, “you wouldn’t understand. you’ve never been in love.”

after a month, you barely spoke to james at all. you were hurt beyond belief, but there was no reason to dwell on the past (or so you’d been telling yourself). you’d made better friends with remus, sirius and even somewhat peter, though he didn’t talk much. 

you supposed the three pitied you, and since james spent all his time with lily, they had nothing better to do. they’d told you on multiple occasions this wasn’t the case, but you didn’t fully believe them. you appreciated their company though.

slowly however, you drifted away from the four notorious gryffindors altogether. you’d found a new group; your potions partner and newfound friend, mary, had introduced you to her group and they welcome you with open arms. 

mary was a ravenclaw, and it was a nice change from all the idiocy you previously surrounded yourself with. you could have intellectual conversations with your new friends and it was refreshing; you found yourself barely thinking about james at all anymore.

james was sitting across from lily at breakfast, smiling and laughing at a joke she’d made. “i’m going to head to charms early, i want to check over something for the essay before class.” she told him, standing up. 

“should i come with you?” he asked, fully prepared to leave his half-full plate behind. 

“it’s alright james, i’ll see you in class.” with a quick wave, lily sauntered off, leaving james to his own thoughts. he shrugged, continuing with his meal. 

he glanced around, suddenly feeling bored and looked for his friends. he’d caught sight of sirius’ wild curls, and grabbed his plate, moving to sit with his friends, who all gave mixed expressions as he sat down. 

“how's it going lads?” james asked, digging right back into his food as if he hadn’t sat uninvited. 

he glanced around, furrowing his brows. “where’s y/n?” 

sirius looked furious, remus blinked and peter dropped his fork, causing confusion and slight worry to rise in james. “why do you care where they are?” sirius snapped, taking him aback. 

“what do you mean?” 

the other marauders looked at james as if he’d grown another head. 

“mate, you haven’t even looked at y/n in weeks.” remus said, disappointment laced obviously in his tone. 

“well, lily said i spend too much time with them-” 

“prongs, honestly. can’t you see what she’s doing? she’s controlling you! you left y/n without hesitation, just because lily asked? have you forgotten what they’ve done for you? all the years you spent together?” sirius spoke with a dangerously low tone, trying not to cause a scene. 

james felt as though he’d been slapped in the face. “where are they?” he asked again, his voice failing him as he spoke. 

sirius stood up, huffing and walking off, remus shaking his head and following behind. peter scrambled up, pausing and pointing james quickly in the direction of the ravenclaw table before scurrying off and following the other two out. 

he scanned the table, clearly confused before he saw your face. you were listening intently to a story the person across from you was telling; james couldn’t see who it was because their back was to him, but the blue-clad robe had him confused. when did you make friends with a ravenclaw?

before he knew it, you burst out laughing at something your friend had said and his chest tightened. he watched your body shake with the giggles that escaped your lips, his heart growing heavy every passing moment. 

sirius’ words replayed in his head. “you left y/n without hesitation, just because lily asked? have you forgotten what they’ve done for you? all the years you spent together?”. 

he cared deeply about you; he never stopped caring. he wanted so bad to go up to you and apologize, but he knew what he’d done was unforgivable. he’d never even considered how you would feel when he’d left you. 

he’d finally got the girl of his dreams, and yet it cost him his best friend; the only person who’d stayed with him through everything. 

and the thing that was killing him the most? 

was that you completely, and undeniably, looked happier.

the bet [d.m]

word count: 1.4k

pairing: draco malfoy x female hufflepuff!reader

warnings: underage drinking, implied smut 

a/n: this is much more mature than my other pieces, but i got this idea and felt inspired again. would you want me to continue this as a series? let me know in the request box!!

requested: n/a

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the music blared throughout the hufflepuff common room, the usual homey vibe long gone with the flowing of the various drinks being passed around the room. the glow of different colored lights flashed across the walls, creating an uplifting atmosphere. everyone was in a good mood, so it seemed. a rare occasion, but surprisingly, it did happen.

it was the start of your 5th year, and the first quidditch match had just taken place. ravenclaw and hufflepuff, a (somewhat) fair game and for once, it was a peaceful start to the year. ravenclaw had won, unsurprisingly, but your house was notorious for being good sports and not caring too much about a loss. 

it was nice to win, but your morals were more than competition. in turn, due to your house’s nature, it was your turn to host the first post-quidditch party of the year.

ties of all colors could be seen among the crowd, the room packed full of anyone who caught word of the evening’s party. you swore the common room must’ve grown two sizes to fit all these people. you stood silently with ernie, red solo cup in hand, laying against the wall in a far corner.

parties weren’t your thing, but you knew trying to leave was useless for a number of reasons; ernie was your best friend and would never allow it, it was far too loud to sleep, and even so, you knew your roommates were likely having different sorts of fun in your room. the thought caused you to grimace, tuning back into ernie’s judgments as he insulted the students from other houses scattered around the room.

meanwhile, somewhere in the crowd, draco malfoy and blaise zabini were slouched on a couch, their arms slung around some girls they couldn’t be bothered to know the names of. 

the two chatted carelessly, one too many drinks flowing through their systems. out of nowhere, theodore nott joined into the conversation, and it took quite a turn.

“draco, you’ve been slacking recently. you chose parkinson, for some unknown reason. you’ve gone for the easiest girl in all of hogwarts, she practically drools over your presence!” he exaggerates, and blaise didn’t even bother trying to stifle his laughter.

“pardon me? you think i’m interested in pansy?” draco asked, eyebrow quirked in curiosity, and mild disgust.

“i never said you were interested in her, mate. you just let her do whatever she pleases with you. why don’t you get yourself a real girl?” theo pushed, smirking as he saw the malfoy boy tense in anger.

“if i wanted a girl, i’d have one, nott. i could get any girl in this school, and we all know it” draco scowled.

“oh yeah? shall we make a bet then?” theo offered, smirking deviously. draco wasn’t at all pleased with the suggestion, but he was never one to back down from a bet.

“now you’re talking.” blaise quipped, leaning forward in interest.

draco rolled his eyes at the idiots he called his best mates, and leaned forward. “what were you thinking, then?”

theo glanced around the room, his eyes dancing across the crowd of girls he knew draco would have no problem getting until they found your small frame. “l/n. get her to go out with you, to be your girlfriend. better yet, to sleep with you.”

had it been any other girl, it wouldn’t be an issue for draco. he would’ve waltzed right over there, flashed a dazzling smile and had the girl swooning over him in mere minutes. however, it was you.

y/n l/n, the quietest and shyest girl in their year. rumor had it, you’d never even been kissed. draco wasn’t sure he’d be able to crack you; you were so different from the kind of people he was used to. however, he was not about to lose a bet, especially not to theodore nott, who always seemed to get under his skin. with that, his decision was set. “you’re on, nott.”

after sealing the deal with a firm handshake, nott had left draco and blaise to their previous activities. at some point during their conversation, the ravenclaw that had found her way into draco’s grasp for the night had managed to disappear, not that he cared in the slightest. his eyes were fixated on a certain yellow-clad female in the corner of the room. he hadn’t seen you speak to a single person besides the boy that had been glued to your side for the entirety of the night.

he only peeled away his gaze when he felt a hand grasp his arm. “mate, you done staring at her yet?” blaise chirped, causing the platinum blonde boy to roll his eyes.

“i wasn’t staring zabini, i was merely planning how to approach her.” at this, his friend chuckled and shook his head.

“why in the hell did you agree to this, by the way? you know all about l/n. she wouldn’t hurt a fly, and you’re one of the most hated students in the entire castle. in what world do you think she’d go for someone like you?” at this point blaise was practically doubled over in laughter, while draco’s expression only held annoyance.

“it won’t be an issue.” he stated, his eyes drifting over your figure one more time.

“well, are you going to even talk to her? you won’t prove nott wrong by hanging out here.” with a sigh and a slight eye roll, draco stood and made his way over to you.

you knew of draco malfoy and his reputation. he was nothing but bad news; a bully to all he came in contact with, and an overall jerk, especially when it came to the romantic field. you weren’t the gossip type, but rumors spread like wildfire in the hogwarts castle, especially those pertaining to the ‘slytherin prince’.

before him, you were never one to judge a character based off a few rumors, but day after day you heard new stories, and your mind had unwillingly created a set image of the boy. it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, however, since you by no means had ever talked to him (besides the occasional comment in a classroom), nor did you plan to.

so when he approached you, his robes swaying with every step, you were taken aback. “hello there, gorgeous” he spoke, and your jaw dropped instantly. you hear ernie choke on his drink in surprise, not bothering to hide his amusement.

“excuse me?” you muttered, a small blush rising to your cheeks at the unexpected compliment.

“i think you know exactly what i said, l/n.” he winked, and you almost gagged on the spot. sure, he was attractive; you wouldn’t deny that. but if he thought there was any way he was getting to you, he was surely mistaken.

“yes, i’m well aware of what you said, malfoy. i’m simply wondering why you felt the need to say it in the first place.” you spoke with a newfound confidence, the initial shock of his flirting wearing off and the small amount of firewhisky in your veins taking over your better judgment.

draco looked stunned; you could tell rejection was something he was not used to. “cat got your tongue?” you were smirking now, as draco regained his composure. “look malfoy, i’m not interested in your little game, so you can leave now.” at this, you turned back to ernie, who was on the floor laughing.

draco frowned, marching back to blaise and flopping back down on the couch. the other boy, who had watched the entire situation unfold from a distance, was in nearly the same state as ernie. “mate, you’re fucked. there’s no way you can possibly win this.” draco scowled at him, though blaise played no mind to it.

“just you wait, blaise. if you think i’m giving up this easily, you really don’t know me at all.” once he caught his breath, zabini looked at him curiously.

“she just flat out rejected you, and you think you can come back from that?” he jerked his thumb in your direction, where you stood laughing with ernie, as if nothing had even happened. draco’s blood boiled.

“i don’t lose bets, zabini. just because she wasn’t interested in me the first time, doesn’t mean she can resist me. she’s.. different. and i have a plan.” with determination set on his features, draco took a long swig of his drink, finishing the cup. 

“for tonight, however, i may have taken a loss. but mark my words, by the end of this year, y/n l/n will be mine.”

saved the night [g.w]

word count: 1.6k

pairing: george weasley x reader

warnings: a few swears, angst

a/n: this was so cute, i really enjoyed writing this one! :)

request:  hi!! i totally just binge-read everything on your account,,,but im wondering if you could do something like the reader gets ditched at the ball and george weasley discovers the reader like crying?? i’ll let you finish from there, ty xx (requested by @converseandcurlyhair)

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the yule ball was the highlight of the triwizard tournament. it was the talk of the school; especially now as the date approached quickly. you’d hear chatter through the great hall every morning, afternoon and evening, you’d hear whispers about it lingering in the library, and gossip bouncing off the castle walls. 

it seemed as though everyone in the castle, whether they be from hogwarts, beauxbatons or durmstrang, were talking about it. you’d sworn you’d even heard snape grumble about it once or twice.

you of course, were no different. you’d been asked by terry boot; a ravenclaw in your year. he’d asked you after the last potions class you’d had together, and you were more than happy to say yes. 

you didn’t particularly fancy him, in fact there was another boy who you’d been hoping would ask you, but when he never did, you’d decided terry wasn’t a horrible option. he wasn’t terrible looking either.

you'd informed your mother of the dance weeks ago, and she’d been persistent on buying your outfit and surprising you. she had a phenomenal sense of style, so you weren’t worried in the slightest about that; besides, it was one less thing for you to worry about. 

you really hadn’t realized how stressful a dance really was, and how many preparations were required. this had you thankful hogwarts didn’t have dances often, though now you weren’t quite sure how to act.

the weeks flew by much quicker than you anticipated; your mother had long since sent you your outfit, though you hadn’t opened it yet (as per her request not to open it until the night of the ball). 

finally, the day of the ball had arrived. you’d arranged with terry to meet outside the great hall before the dance began, and decided to get ready with your friends. classes had been cancelled that day in order to allow everyone to prepare themselves for the night ahead, so after lunch you’d gathered with your group and began your looks for the night. you’d styled your hair first, helping your friends with theirs as well. 

time flew by, and before you knew it, it was time to put on the outfit your mother had chosen. you gently opened the untouched box and pulled out a stunning fabric, smiling as you did so. your mother knew you well, and it was exactly the type of clothing you would’ve picked out yourself. 

you slipped into your nightly attire, adding some shoes and some quick accessories before you were all ready and left for the great hall. 

one by one, your friends branched off with their dates, wishing you a fun night as they did so. quickly you found yourself alone, reassuring yourself terry was only running late. though as the minutes passed, you saw the champions beginning to line up; you didn’t want to miss their entrance, so you decided you would meet your date inside. 

he may have just forgotten your meetup spot, right? you were sure there was a good explanation for his absence, and without giving much more thought, you’d joined the crowd of students awaiting the entrance of the triwizard champions.

you clapped along with everyone else, and as more and more couples found their way to the dance floor, you’d decided to take the time to look for terry. you peeked outside the doors again one last time, only to see an empty corridor. 

sighing, you stepped back into the lively room and moved through the crowd, keeping an eye out for him. you went to the clearing by the refreshments, hoping he’d found his way over to this side of the room, to no avail. you grab yourself a drink, a sinking feeling you’d be looking for a while settling in your stomach.

you were right; of course. it had been half an hour and still, no sign of terry. you’d given up now, a hopeless feeling rising up inside of you. you were nearly about to leave when you stumbled into harry potter; who did not at all seem pleased by the amount of attention on him. 

“oh! hey y/n, sorry about that!” he exclaimed, glancing around and helping you find your balance. 

“hey, harry.” you replied, softly. you almost walked away, before deciding one last attempt wouldn’t hurt. “say, harry. have you seen terry boot around?” harry gave you a look of confusion, before shrugging. 

he pointed in the direction of the dance floor, “i last saw him with some friends over there.” you smiled and thanked him, heading your separate ways. 

you looked around, finally catching a glimpse of him in the crowd. you smiled relieved, quickly making your way over, frowning when you saw him chatting up a girl you didn’t recognize, though you were sure she was from beauxbatons. 

you were sure he was looking for you as well because he had asked you. he must’ve given up; you were nearly about to as well, so you weren’t too upset. you tapped him on the shoulder, him turning and giving you a look you couldn’t quite decipher. “oh, it’s you.” he sounded bored, and you were confused. 

“you didn’t come meet me.” you replied, realization slowly hitting you. 

“that’s because i never planned too. you really think i’d ask someone like you to the ball? i only did it because anthony dared me.” he laughed, and the group of students that had gathered around the scene joined in. you had never felt more humiliated in your life, and you pushed your way out of the great hall, their laughter seemingly following you. 

you found yourself collapsed outside by the black lake, not entirely sure of how you got here. you cried, trying to mask your sobs with your hand as your body shook. you couldn’t believe you’d fallen so easily for the lie terry had told. you’d heard things about him before, but you’d been so excited to finally be asked that you rejected the possibility. 

now here you were, sitting alone crying your eyes out on what was supposed to be one of the most memorable nights of your life.

you weren’t sure how long you’d been sitting outside when you heard footsteps heading your way. you didn’t even try to hide the tears at this point, it was beyond covering and you weren’t in a mood to care enough. this person sat down next to you, sitting quietly. you didn’t have the heart to look at who it was, but you knew immediately as they spoke. 

“are you alright?” he asked, and suddenly your body flooded with nerves. you weren’t prepared for him to come check on you, and you really weren’t sure why he was.

“‘m fine, george.” you muttered, avoiding his gaze. he frowned, scooting closer to you hesitantly, and when you made no attempt to move, he settled down beside you. 

“terry is an arse. doing that you was low.” he tried to reassure you, but you simply buried your face is your knees. 

“it was humiliating, and i look like a mess.” 

he sighed, unsure of what to do. “terry got told off and thrown out, if that makes you feel better.” he said lightheartedly, making you look up at him. 

“really?” you sniffled, smiling slightly. 

“yeah, flitwick wasn’t having it. deducted house points and everything.” this made you giggle, knowing terry was highly competitive, and it had made you feel a tad bit better.

your giggles died out, and you sat in a comfortable silence with him. “george.. can i ask you something?” you asked, finally looking directly at him. he smiled, nodding for you to continue. “why’d you come check up on me?” you asked, finally feeling more confident. 

he paused, looking out towards the lake. “i was worried about you.” he said simply, causing you to frown in confusion. 

“what?” 

he sighed, “i like you y/n, a lot. you’re the most amazing person i know in all ways possible. you’re kind, funny, beautiful, you care so much about others and never put yourself first. i could go on for ages. you deserve so much better than terry.” 

you sat speechless, staring at him in shock. not in a million years would you think george weasley would like you back. taking your silence as rejection, he went to stand up, but you quickly grabbed his hand, him turning to face you, and you gently pressed your lips to his in a sweet, quick kiss. he smiled, you reciprocating. 

“i like you too, george.” you said genuinely, and he stood up silently, making you frown. 

before you could question, he offered his hand out to you, “care to dance?” you looked at him confused, but seeing the mischievous smirk on his face, you took his hand and allowed him to pull you up. 

he gently placed one arm on your waist and took one of your hands in his, swaying you slowly to the slight wind rustling around you. you placed your head on his chest, allowing him to guide you through the motions of the waltz professor mcgonagall was so keen on teaching you (and in that moment, you couldn’t have been happier for having suffered through those dancing classes). 

you gently took your head off his chest, taking a moment to look him in the eyes. “thank you for this.” you whispered, a smile etched onto your face. 

“it was my pleasure.” he answered, and the two of you continued to dance in silence, thankful for each other's company. 

as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment, you thought about your horrible night, and how george weasley somehow managed to save the day and make it exactly what it was supposed to be; one of the most memorable and best nights of your life.

8 letters [d.m]

word count: 0.5k

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

warnings: n/a

a/n: a little drabble i came up with. inspired by 8 letters by why don’t we.

request: n/a

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draco stared up at the ceiling of his dorm, allowing his thoughts to roam wild. he was scared; that was the one thing from his racing mind that he could decipher clearly. though it felt like thousands of clouded thoughts were pulsing through his head at once, there was a common factor to all of them. 

a certain person had corrupted his mind, them being the only thing he could think about for the past few months they’d spent together. that certain person, was you.

you’d always been apart of his life, ever since that first day on the hogwarts express. he would never forget the snarky remarks you made towards him and his ‘high and mighty’ attitude. the memory made him smile, and looking back, he couldn’t believe where he’d found himself now. 

somehow, over the years, the hatred he had for you turned into something else, a newfound appreciation for your constant bickering and before he could process it, you’d formed an unbreakable friendship.

what he felt for you was something he’d never felt before. sure, he’d found girls attractive. you were so much more than that though. you were kind, brilliant, sympathetic, and you didn’t look at him like he was a monster. he’d never opened up to someone like he had to you. 

he wasn’t sure when but somewhere along the road he’d began to confide in you. one secret turned into several, and before he knew it, you knew everything. every insecurity, every lie he’d ever told. 

you very quickly became his rock; his home. the only person he could trust and show his emotions to without being judged. 

he knew what he felt. he knew he’d never feel this way for anyone else. you were one of a kind, there would never be anyone like you for him. that was what scared him.

draco was in love with you, there was no doubt in his mind. but he couldn’t tell you. the two of you had known each other for so long, and he was sure you didn’t feel the same. 

even if you did, with everything with voldemort, he couldn’t put you in that sort of danger. he couldn’t lose you, not after everything he’d gone through with you. without you, he wasn’t sure what he could do. 

it may have been selfish, but he needed you alive. 

he sighed, his eyes gazing over the old-style detailing of the dorms. his eyes slowly began to flutter shut, a picture of you slowly forming in his mind, laughing at one of his jokes. the corners of your lips pulled up gracefully as the beautiful sound left them, your eyes lighting up at the joke. 

the smile resting on draco’s lips was automatic, as his body slowly fell into a deep sleep, the same person taking over his dreams. 

he wished he could hold you, tell you how he felt. cradle you in his arms every night as you fell asleep, brushing your hair gently out of your face as you doze off. 

he wanted to kiss your forehead gently while you wrapped your arms around his middle, swaying you slightly. he wanted to wake up to your beautiful smile, your sleepy eyes that always gave him butterflies.

but he would never be able to do this. all because he couldn’t bring himself to tell you those three words.

if all it is is eight letters, why is it so hard to say?