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#ginny deserved more scenes like this
Hey! For the Taylor Swift / Harry Potter prompt thing could you please do Fred and I Think He Knows? Much thanks!!❤️❤️
PROMPT: based on i think he knows by taylor swift (an installment of my taylor swift x harry potter series. to read more about it, click here) Y/N drunkenly confesses her feelings.
WC: 2.1K+
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i think he knows (f.w one shot)
“Ron,” you hissed from across the table. The boy remained oblivious, munching down on the pile of breakfast he dumped on his plate. He seemed to inhale the food, nevermind with chewing and actually tasting it. He just swallowed it in large pieces to make room in his mouth for some more eggs and hashbrowns. You flicked a piece of balled up napkins towards him, “Ron!”
“Blimey, Y/N,” he finally looked away from his food and shot you an annoyed look. “What the hell is going on with you?”
“I think he knows,” you whispered, chewing on your bottom lip, nervously.
“Who? Fred?”
You rolled your eyes, looking over to where the older twin sat a few people away from the both of you, “Who else, you idiot? Yes Fred!”
“I doubt it,” Ron shrugged, returning to his plate of food, like you were just a distraction to him, not much of a best friend. “He’s an oblivious git. He probably doesn’t know.”
“Probably?!” you half shrieked, half whispered. It was loud enough for the twins to hear, looking at you concernedly. You sent a shy wave their way and hid behind the comfort of your hands. “I want to jump off the Astronomy tower.”
“Well, he’s gonna find out if you keep acting like this, Y/N,” he stated, obviously. Again, you flicked a balled up napkin his way, not really appreciating his tone with you. He flicked it back, “I’m just saying, stop acting suspicious and just act normal.”
Act normal, you thought, that’s easy enough, right?
But what the hell does normal even mean?
Ron blinked rather rapidly as Hermione came hurrying towards them. “You look great!” “Always the tone of surprise.” said Hermione, though she smiled.
Hii! I’ve just read your Oliver fic and it’s amazing. I need more, and I don’t know if your requests are open but if they’re, can you write something for him with a slytherin!reader. Maybe they’re are some kind of rivals, but end up becoming friends and then lovers. Thank you!!
Hi again haha! I was the one requesting something for Oliver, can you add or based it on paper rings by taylor swift? Like the part where she sings “i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this” 🤍
PROMPT: based on paper rings by taylor swift. Oliver and Y/N never got to know each other when they were in Hogwarts— years later, they finally do.
WC: 4.2K+ (im sorry)
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It seemed that life never meant for you and Oliver Wood to become a part of each other’s lives. You were a year below him at Hogwarts and by the time you entered as a first year, Oliver had already established his hatred for the rival house of Gryffindor— Slytherin, which just happened to be the house you got sorted in. Over the years, neither of you really went out of your way to become friends with each other. In fact, the only time Oliver saw you outside of shared classes was when Gryffindor played against Slytherin, which your boyfriend— or ex-boyfriend— Cassius Warrington was the chaser for.
Oliver knew very little about you and he was never kept up at night by the thought of you. You weren’t really a popular student either. He didn’t even know your name. In his defense, his Hogwarts years were centered purely on Quidditch. You were just the girl he occasionally bumped into in the hallways while he was trying to do last minute revisions for their game plans. Or the girl who happened to check out the exact book he needed to write an essay for Snape. Or the girl he saw occupying the same seat in the Slytherin stands during the Gryffindor versus Slytherin matches.
Pairing: Fred x Fem!Slytherin!Reader Summary: It’s always seemed like they’ve been dancing the line between friends and more, so why does he take a different girl to the ball? Warnings: Some swearing, pining that one character is too much of a dummy to see, a bit of angst but it eventually becomes fluff I promise, jealousy but nothing toxic, underage drinking but it’s like one line. Word Count: 5.8k
A/N: This is my first fanfiction in literally forever, so any feedback is always appreciated! Requests are open if you like this and want more! Also this got stupidly long fast, I can barely write book reviews on Goodreads without writing a novel so my bad, I’m sorry if you don’t like long fics. (Also cross-posted on AO3 as the tumblr tags don’t seem to be my friend right now.)
- Also, thank you so much to @lumosandnoxwriting for answering all my questions on how to get back into writing!
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“Do you think he’s going to ask you?”
It’s Wednesday afternoon, late enough for class to be over but too early for dinner and Y/N’s attempt at understanding anything in her potions textbook is broken by Alicia Spinnet talking to her. Despite the fact she hadn’t said a name, Y/N knows immediately who she was talking about and she shrugs in response, closing her book and accepting that studying was not on the table for the rest of the night now the ball has been mentioned.
summary: lee bets that you and george can’t go a week without touching each other. how long does that really last?
warnings: teasing, mentions of nudity, language, touchy touchy, dirty talk, mentions of sex, mentions of marriage
word count: 4k
a/n: guys i’m so sorry i haven’t been getting around to requests lately but i’ve been so inspired to write some of these ideas just for fun! anywho, i hope you enjoy!! :) also my 3k event is still open! come join!
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“Georgie, we’ve got to get back to work,” you giggled, the feeling of his soft lips dancing along the skin of your neck rendering you both weak and ticklish at the same time, “Freddie’s gonna know something’s up.”
“I don’t bloody care,” he replied, continuing his gentle attack of your bare skin, nudging your shirt off of your shoulder to find more skin that he could leave little marks on. His touch was so delicate, but you could feel every ounce of neediness and desperation. If you two weren’t currently at work, you could bet that you’d be tangled up in the sheets at home without a care in the world.
2023 Updates:
yes yes yes yes
But imagine how little Harry James Potter felt during a casual breakfast with the Weasleys during the summer at the Burrow between first and second year as he chews on another piece of sausage at Mrs. Weasley’s insistence and he compliments her hat and she cheerfully says, “Oh, well, thank you, dear, Mr. Weasley got it for me for Christmas” and he perks up and says, “Oh! How was Romania?” and she just blinks and asks, “Romania, dear?” and he’s like, ‘You went to visit Charlie, right? That’s why Ron had to stay at Hogwarts.” and Ron’s ears turn beet red as he slides down in his chair and just imagine, just imagine…
hello yes I f*cking love this
But also imagine Harry then looking confused and amazed at Ron like “wait, Ron gave up a Christmas with his loving family just so I wouldn’t be all alone for the holidays?”.
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix 2007｜directed by David Yates
“Honestly, the way she was yelling at me…you’d think I’d said something terrible.”
I will never forgive the movies for not putting this scene in.
reblog and put in the tags how you came up with or got your url
Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes
“We could all do with a few laughs. I’ve got a feeling we’re going to need them more than usual before long”
I imagine his first day back at the joke shop after the series ended would have been really hard for George Weasley.
🦋: 7 and 15 with oliver wood :)
Hi! sorry this took so long I was unexpectedly busy this week. I hope you like it! I’ve never written for Oliver before so I hope the characterization fits
Pairing: Oliver wood x reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: 988
Prompts:
“Is that my shirt?”
“You’re beautiful, you know that?”
The sun was shining through the cold winter air as you watched the quidditch match. Despite the below freezing temperatures, you couldn’t help but feel warmth spread through your body as you spectated, following a certain keeper with your eyes.
Oliver Wood was your best friend in the entire world. You had met when you tried out for quidditch together in your second year, sitting next to each other in the stands as you anxiously awaited your turns to be evaluated. Oliver had made the team as an alternate, an impressive feat for a second year, while you had failed so miserably that you never tried out again due to the sheer embarrassment.
But that hadn’t stopped you and Oliver from forming a solid and fast friendship. Over the years you got to know the boy better than you even knew yourself; you knew when he was stressed even when he tried to hide it and you could tell when he was nervous for a match even when he put on his confident facade. While to most Oliver Wood was an enigma, a quidditch obsessed boy who generally kept to himself, you knew him like the back of your hand.
But over the years your friendship had morphed into more, at least for you. You suddenly found your cheeks heating up when he gave you hugs after matches and felt your stomach erupt into butterflies when he’d make eye contact with you from across the Great Hall. You wanted more than friendship with Oliver, you just were not sure how he felt about you. As well as you knew him, that was the one thing you could never figure out.
When Harry caught the snitch, effectively winning the game for Griffyndor, you yelled enthusiastically knowing that Oliver would be incredibly happy. You ran down to the pitch to search for your best friend. You pushed past sweaty body’s and looked for the familiar head of cropped brown hair. Eventually you found him, his eyes searching the crowd as well. When he caught your eyes his face erupted into a smile and he ran towards you with open arms.
You met him in the middle. snaking your arms around his neck as he lifted you up and spun you around.
“Great game Oli!” you yelled as he set you down. He gave you a quick kiss on the temple before thanking you. You flushed deeply but hoped that it could be explained by the cold. You tried not to analyze his action too deeply, he had done it after every match since third year. There was only a platonic meaning behind it.
He looked down at you, still breathing hard from the difficult game. His hair was sweaty and matted against his forehead, his eyes gleaming in the special way that only happened after a match. He looked beautiful.
You tore your eyes away, not trying to stare for too long, when suddenly Oliver grabbed your arm.
“Is that my jumper?” he asked, staring down at the thick Gryffindor pullover that you were wearing. You shrugged, slightly embarrassed that you had been caught.
“Yeah... I don’t know, I thought it might be good luck,” you explained, avoiding his gaze. When you did looked back up at him, he was looking at you with an odd look on his face. It was an unfamiliar face, his eyes soft and his mouth slightly agape. You took pride in the fact that you could read him like an open book, but in this moment? You couldn’t decipher the emotion that he held in his eyes.
“Sorry I assumed it would be okay,” you mumbled, playing at the hem for the jumper.
“No!” Oliver practically shouted. You looked up at him, confused.
“Huh?”
“I just- I mean I don’t mind if you wear it,” Oliver said, a faint redness spreading across his cheeks. You smiled lightly at him.
“Okay, I’ll just make sure to ask next time,” you said softly.
“It looks nice,” he said abruptly, “on you I mean. You look nice.” Oliver rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. You were incredibly confused by his odd behavior, but that didn’t stop an intense blush from spreading across your cheeks.
“I- uh... Thank you,” you stuttered out, unsure of how to act in the uncharted conversation.
“Not that you don’t always look nice,” he said quickly, “You’re beautiful, you know that?” He seemingly froze at his own words, as if he never meant to say them in the first place. You were frozen too, shocked that the usually confident boy had somehow become a stuttering mess, and because he wouldn’t stop complimenting you.
You tugged at your sleeves nervously.
“Thank you Oliver,” you said with a shy smile. Oliver nodded, swallowing thickly. You hesitated before reaching up to press a quick peck against his cheek. Oliver’s mouth dropped open and he stared at you, shock etched into his features. He seemingly composed himself and began to say something when his voice was cut off by a Weasley twin.
“Oi! Wood! We have to get off the field,” Fred shouted, smirking at Oliver’s flustered face. Oliver turned over his shoulder and nodded.
“Everyone hit the showers!” he yelled at his team. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
“I guess I’ll see you later,” you said, turning to head back to the castle with a small wave.
“Wait (Y/n)!” Oliver cried, grabbing your hand quickly. He spun you around to face him before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. You didn’t even have time to process what had happened before he stalked off to the locker room. You stood on the pitch, your fingers ghosting your lips, when he turned around.
“I’ll see you when I get back inside,” he yelled, a smile across his features. “And you better not take off my sweater!”
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