Harry Potter oneshots and imagines!

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Title: I think I'm in love

Warnings:kissing

A/n:found on tumblr thought it was nice

Word count:1732

"Are you excited, Y/N?"

"Oh yeah, it will be so much fun to be surrounded by strange people who I have never met before!" Y/N sassed, glaring at her younger sister.

"Most people would be a little weirded out by the fact they are going to meet wizards, than meeting people in general." Hermione replied, smiling at her older sister.

"Dude, I found out my little sister was a witch at age nineteen. Which was only four years ago. Sorry, but nothing surprises me anymore."

The Granger girls walked through the gate to the Burrow to see multiple gingers flying via broomsticks as lights flashed and a red leather ball was tossed back and forth.

"Except that."

"You haven't seen a lot of magic, have you?" Hermione questioned, smirking.

"Sorry that I'm a muggle," Y/N frowned, gently shoving her younger sister to the side.

"You should be," one of the gingers said, landing his broom.

"It's no fun not using magic," another ginger continued, landing next to his clone.

"Well, I've been doing fine without it," Y/N responded, smirking at the twins. "I'm Y/N Granger by the way."

"Fred Weasley." The first twin said.

"And I'm George."

"Meaning you're George and you're Fred," Y/N said, pointing to the opposite if who said what name.

"How'd you know?" George questioned, astonished.

"I have identical twins for best friends. Sorry, but none of your little twin-y tricks are going to work on me, boys."

"Come on," Hermione laughed, rolling her eyes as she pulled her smirking sister forward. "Let's go introduce you to everyone else."

The quartet made their way across the vast lawn, with Y/N easily joking with the twins. As they drew closer to the house, the elder Granger stared at it. The Burrow was several stories with multiple chimneys. It looked colorful and welcoming. Y/N was already in love with it.

"Hey, Hermione!" Another ginger appeared, looking to be near Hermione's age. "Is this your sister?"

"Yeah, it is," Hermione replied. "Y/N, this is Ron. Ron, Y/N."

"Nice to meet you." Ron said.

"You as well."

"Is Harry here yet?" Hermione asked.

"No," Fred interrupted the two friends. "We're going to pick him up on Sunday."

"RONALD!"

A loud feminine voice broke through the multiple conversations happening in the yard.

"Yes, Mum?!" Ron called back, turning to face the house.

A middle-aged red-haired women appeared in the doorway. "Let Hermione's sister sit down, you four. She must be exhausted from walking for so long."

"I'm sure she's fine, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione tried to say, but Mrs. Weasley ignored her, bustling out the door to gently tug the older sister inside. She pulled Y/N into the kitchen muttering to herself about 'rude children' and 'manners'.

Mrs. Weasley lightly pushed Y/N into a chair and set a bowl of fruits in front of her. "Hello, dear," she said, sitting down next to her. "I'm Molly Weasley. You must be starving. Have some fruit."