Y/N Brown goes into Hogwarts for her 3rd year. No one knew that Lavender Brown had a sister. As Y/N gets sorted into Gryffindor, she also makes friends with the most popular jokesters in school.. and see where things go from that!

"Fred." "George." A pause. "I'm so in love with her, I think I might ruin everything." "Shut up." A beat. Then, softer, with a sigh: "Yeah... me too." - OR: A story about how the Weasley twins found out that you were basically immune to their pranks and thus have made it their mission to change that.

❝ She was taught to hate him, but he was the only one who showed her true love. ❞ Lotus Rosier knew it wasn't right. She knew that if her parents knew, she'd be in deep trouble for risking the family's reputation. But when fate brings you together every time you part, what do you do? DISCLAIMER: this fic is in its first draft and will be rewritten once completed.

Part 3 of Always, somehow. The last book of this George Weasley series The end of the world didn't come with war or fire. It came with baby socks on the floor, tea gone cold, and laughter echoing through a home that was never quiet for long. George and Freya have survived everything - the war, the grief, the slow healing, the mess of falling in love when neither of them thought they could again. Now, years later, they've built something of their own: loud, chaotic, full of jokes and arguments and mismatched socks. With two children who keep them on their toes (and occasionally on the ceiling), a business that refuses to slow down, and a marriage stitched together with inside jokes and sheer stubbornness, life is... a lot. But it's theirs. The stories in this book is going to be shorts, but they are continuous.

Life after Hogwarts isn't all stargazing and quiet nights - but it's close. When Freya Nolan lands a job at Celestia, a charming astronomy shop filled with telescopes, maps, and whispered wonders of the universe, she expects calm days and cosmic curiosities. What she doesn't expect is the messiness of adulthood: long hours, real responsibilities, and figuring out how to love someone while building a life from scratch. She and George have made it this far. But now comes the hard part - growing up, holding on, and finding their place in the world. It won't always be easy. But somehow, it'll be them. Always. The stories in this book is going to be shorts, but they are continuous. Part 2 of Chaos, with you (You don't have to read part 1 to understand the plot)

She was calm in duels, sharp with a wand, and utterly unreadable. He was a walking disaster with a laugh too loud and a heart too big to hide. When George Weasley falls for Freya Nolan - sometime between a ruining her hair with dung bomb and the Yule Ball - he doesn't expect it to be real. Or mutual. Or the kind of love that makes you forget how to speak in front of your own family. But Freya's quieter than the chaos he's used to, and George is louder than the safety she's built around herself. And yet, something about the way they fit - through pranks, mistletoe disasters, and Christmas at the Burrow - starts to feel a lot like home. A story of stolen glances, burnt toast, enchanted sweaters, and falling in love in the most Weasley way possible. Because life may be messy, but George knows one thing for certain: If there's going to be chaos, it's better with her. The stories in this book is going to be shorts, but they are continuous.

Everybody in Aurora Dumbledore-Westwood's life was lying. The problem was that nobody realised she had started noticing. Not her mother. Not her brother. Not her friends. Not even the people who should have known better. What starts as a simple question quickly becomes something much bigger, and the deeper Aurora digs, the more impossible it becomes to ignore the feeling that something has been hidden from her her entire life. Somewhere between Hogwarts, family drama, dangerous secrets, and a certain Weasley twin, Aurora discovers that the truth is never as simple as people want it to be. And sometimes the people trying hardest to protect you are the very people keeping you in the dark. ✦ George Weasley x OC ✦ Hogwarts Mystery ✦ Slow Burn ✦ Family Drama ✦ New Chapters Daily!!!

"𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙚" The story of two girls that had to choose under the weight of their cursed name. Violette Riddle and Julia Snape live their life at Hogwarts defying expectations, intertwined love stories, and secrets left unspoken for far too long... Will they be able to carry the weight of a name they never chose? George Weasley x OC Draco Malfoy x OC La versione italiana è disponibile sul profilo @ViperVelvet

They met at fourteen. Before the war. Before the loss. Before love meant anything. She wasn't supposed to matter. She was just supposed to pass through. Just a new girl finding her place at Hogwarts-until she found herself tangled in the lives of the Weasley twins, where laughter came easy, chaos came easier, and everything felt like home. What started as friendship-easy, effortless, and a little reckless-slowly became something harder to ignore. Because some people don't just change your life. They become it. But life has a way of changing everything when you least expect it. This is the story of every version of them. The laughing one. The broken one. And the one learning how to love again. A slowburn friends-to-lovers George Weasley x OC story spanning from fourth year (Chamber of Secrets) to after the war. Fireworks fade. Love doesn't.

― "You'd look exquisite in my undoing." ― Flora Moreau spoke in soft syllables and sharp truths. A Ravenclaw with ink-stained hands, she sketched the world as she saw it - not as it wished to be seen. Daughter of an ancient French bloodline, she had walked Hogwarts' halls for years, quiet as moonlight, untouchable as frost. Draco Malfoy loathed her. Her composure, her defiance, her refusal to give him the satisfaction of a single flinch. He provoked; she dismissed. He sneered; she smiled. And yet, she was in his mind - carved there like an etching he could not erase. She was everything he had been raised to hate, and everything he did not understand about himself. Their battles were fought in glances and words, in wit that cut deeper than curses, in the space between cruelty and longing - where the line between wanting her and destroying her blurred into damnation. ☽｡⋆