Now thus may seem like a shock, seeing as I haven’t even finished the requests I already have, but if any of you have some light hearted-ish reuqests (I struggle with angst) for any of the characters then by all means send them!
For (my sweetheart) being so nice and cute, copy this to 10 other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the GAME going and make others feel beautiful ❤️💜 💕💞💗💞💖💕
A/N: I chose to do… BOTH! Hehe, I love George so much! :”) Someone give me a George Weasley, please, thanks! Also, MY SWEETHEART! I MISSED YOU BABY! I love you so so much, and I hope you enjoy, my love! Mwah! x
You didn’t know that George was injured until you arrived at the Weasley’s home the next day. He hadn’t sent you an owl to let you know he was hurt, which is why you were currently storming over to the front door in an angry haste.
“George Fabian Weasley, where in the bloody hell are you?!” You yelled as you made your way through the front door.
George heard you from upstairs in his room and widened his eyes. He could tell you were mad, and that was never a good thing. You were scary when you were mad, even to George.
Quickly, the boy exited his room and ran downstairs.
When you heard his footsteps bounding the stairs, you made your way to the bottom, where you waited impatiently for him, bouncing your leg up and down as you crossed your arms over your chest. A gasp ripped from your mouth when George finally came into view, and your eyes began to water, your angering immediately melting away at the sight of him.
A thick bandage was wrapped around his head in order to protect his injured ear from being exposed to bacteria. He looked otherwise okay, but you could see a tiny blood stain where his ear would be.
Your lips began to quiver as he sheepishly made his to the ground floor, right in front of where you stood.
“Love…” He whispered as he watched your eyes fill with fresh tears before you reached up to place a hand over your mouth, muffling a small sob. “Please don’t cry…. I’m okay, I promise.”
George felt his heart shatter and a wave of guilt wash over him when he realized just how much he made you worry. The anger he heard in your voice a moment ago was gone, but it was replaced with a broken tone that made George’s eyes water.
“George….”
“I’m okay. I’m okay.” He whispers, reaching up to wipe your tears away as you wrapped your arms around his waist and nuzzled your head into his chest. “It’s alright, love. I’m okay.”
“I’m so sorry.” You cried into his chest.
George shook his head, pulling you away from his chest to cradle your head in his hands. “Please don’t apologize, princess. Everything’s alright, I promise.”
He leans forward to brush his lips against your damp cheeks, wiping your tears away with the soft touch of his lips. He holds you there against him, bending his head down to try and reach your mouth. You lean up onto the tips of your toes and connect your quivering mouth with his, allowing him to muffle your quiet sobs.
You couldn’t believe you hadn’t come sooner. If you’d have lost him…
No… No, you weren’t going to allow yourself to think like that.
You lifted yourself higher on your toes to deepen the kiss, brushing your fingers through his fiery red hair and keeping him there. WIth every brush of your lips, you were able to convey to him the worry you were experiencing and the love you had for all in one. He knew you wouldn’t pull away until you could release all of that anxiety and wash it away in his lips, and he wouldn’t have had it any other way. He felt you lightly run your fingers over his injured ear, a feather-light touch, barely there, but he felt it. And he pulled you closer, kissing you harder before, eventually, the two of you had to pull away to breathe.
“You’re alright, love. I’m okay. You’re here, and I’m okay.” He reassured you, kissing away the last remaining tears before smiling down at you.
You returned his smile, staying in his arms a moment longer to reassure yourself that he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
I want a Neville Longbottom POV book for his 7th year at Hogwarts. I think I will be complete after JK writes that…Im lying, my Harry Potter obsession will never end. But I still want that book.
Series Summary: You weren’t a big fan of change. However, adjusting to your new environment at Hogwarts was the least of your problems. There were far more challenges you had to face during some of the most exciting years of your life. When a darkness is found within you, do you run? Or will you find help in the midst of chaos?
Chapter Summary: Hogwarts was about to become your new home, and you knew from the moment you walked into the castle that the next few years were going to be wild for you. You had a lot to learn and a whole lot more to explore, and this was just the beginning.
Universe: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco x Hufflepuff!Reader
Word Count: 7.8k (jeez guys… i’m so sorry… lol)
Warnings: None.
A/N: Ahhh okay I’m literally terrified to post this because I completely restarted the series, but I really really hope that I can keep you entertained with my writing. I love you guys so much, and I hope I don’t disappoint any of you. If you ever need to talk or just want to rant to me, feel free to message me or send an ask to my inbox - whichever way you’re most comfortable with. Enjoy. <3
Your eyes searched your newest surroundings once you made your way through the magical portal for Platform 9 ¾. You marveled at the immense crowd of people around you and the black and red train that stood tall and sturdy on the tracks before you, white steam oozing out of its chimney.
Bold, golden letters were stamped on the side, which read “Hogwarts Railways,” and you nearly squealed at the sight. Slowly, you began to make your way through the crowd as Winnie, your orange tabby cat, hissed at bystanders.
The roar of the trains engine implied that it was almost time to leave, and you quickly scolded Winnie before boarding the train.
The first few compartments were full to the brink, so you continued to make your way through the tight corridor, being careful not to hit anything with your bag. As you grew closer to the third carriage that held a few more compartments, a door to your right slid open and you stiffened when the person walking out bumped into your shoulder.
Immediately, you felt a sudden shock surge through your arm and straight towards your heart, that just so happened to start drumming more rapidly than the moment prior. You assumed the boy felt the same thing when he yelped in surprise and stepped away from you, as if repulsed. And when you connected your eyes with his to watch as utter disdain developed behind his grey irises, you supposed he genuinely was repulsed by you.
“Watch where you’re going next time.” He spat before walking off in the opposite direction while holding his shoulder. Two other boys follow him after sending you disgusted glares.
You huffed and rolled your shoulders and neck before you heard another compartment door open.
“Don’t listen to Malfoy.” A kind voice said to your left, and you turned to connect your gaze with two piercing green eyes. “He thinks just because his daddy is rich that he can act as if he’s any better than the rest of us.“
