Fred Weasley : Devour

Chapter 1

BEFORE I START I WANT ALL OF YOU TO KNOW THAT IT'S NEVER OKAY TO SEXUALIZE SOMEONE.

I AM WELL AWARE OF THE CONTENT OF MY STORY BUT MY INTENTIONS OF WRITING THIS BOOK IS TO SPREAD AWARENESS ABOUT EATING DISORDERS AND TO KIND OF TEACH ABOUT SEX EDUCATION.

I ADVISE THE YOUTH THAT ARE ALSO ON THIS APP TO BE ADVISED.

I UNDERSTAND THAT I CANT CONTROL EVERYONE HERE BUT KNOW THAT SOME SMUT SCENES HERE ARE PURELY FICTIONAL AND MOST OF THE TIME DOESN'T REALLY HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE. SO BE MINDFUL ABOUT IT.
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′ Heather ′

It was another dreadful year at Hogwarts. she's been stuck in this god-forsaken boarding school to what seems like her whole life.

it's her Seventh year to be exact, with the threat of Lord Voldemort's return surfacing, Cedric's Death and Bellatrix Lestrange escaping Azkaban. It really was dreadful.

well for her it felt like it was, especially when those kinds of people loathed her just for being her muggle born self.

She's felt alone and constricted in Hogwarts, and the moment she stepped foot on that boat she felt free but at the same time isolated, and she wasn't really the peacock in her year like harry potter who's two years younger than her, or Angelina Johnson the next quidditch Captain, or maybe Theodore Nott, the cutest boy in Hogwarts.

She made it pretty clear to herself and to some of her peers she wasn't interested in them at all, to her it was a curse to be bred with magical blood, and to some people at Hogwarts— they feel the same she is and will always be a mudblood.

Who wouldn't be dreading their magical blood when you're not even from noble families, well to be fair, she is, just not from the ones that magical children— the Purebloods, atone to.

She was silently reading a book, something about composting, the librarian said it was something new. She never knew why the sorting hat placed her in Gryffindor. She wasn't as brave as Oliver Wood or as Chivalrous as her friend Melody. She's certainly not as smart as Katie Bell, or as persevering as Angelina Johnson herself.

She was a girl who preferred sewing the dress than wearing it, because the thought of being seen— well, it scares her.

She knew about the dirty thoughts and deeds happening in Hogwarts, she once saw Percy's little brother— one of the twins making out with a random girl at the far corner of Muggle books.

She hid behind the stacks of books in front of her, and peaking through the hole seeing two students naked and kissing.

The ginger head not only has freckles on his face but as well as at his back, which was clear to her, the girl pushed the boy to a wall and knelt down.

Heather never got that day forgotten, but she never spoke to anyone about it, scared to be called perverted for watching.

It was one of the reasons she didn't want to associate herself with the twins, scared they'd play with her, or maybe even worse.

She's never really experienced it, so to see it happen right before her eyes, something had changed inside her.

Maybe if she spoke to a guy she might've, but who'd ever think to pursue someone like her—after all she thinks she's nothing but a basic. 

No, she didn't wear glasses or spoke weirdly, because she cared too much what other people think, beauty was everything, she needed to be perfect.

You could imagine the shock when she found out she was a witch, she was always spoilt by her parents, enough to know elegance and family ties.