«Don't talk to me about integrity.» «Oh, really?» «We both messed up.» «Yes,» she exhaled. «But if he ever finds out, who do you think he'll be angrier with? His ex, or his best friend?» He looked at her from the other end of the classroom. «Depends. Are you going to keep leading him on like that? Because I'm warning you, Emma, you're not a good liar.» «You think so? Yet that night, I faked it well enough.» She put weight on the doorknob, and it screeched. «Don't ever look for me again.» Before Fred could counter, Emma slipped away. TW: Eating disorders, sexual content, use of drugs and alcohol. This is the English translation of the story. You can find the original version in Italian on my profile.

Beatrix Diggory has never lived outside her twin brother, Cedrics, spotlight. When she is given the chance at a fresh start at Hogwarts, she is determined to carve out her own place in the world, outside of her brothers. Beatrix, a third year Gryffindor slowly becomes the eight Weasley child. Defying her fathers wishes, she becomes the mastermind of chaos, rebelling every chance she gets. Beatrix will overcome loss, loneliness and maybe find a little bit of love.

What would you do if the girl you've fancied for over six years is graduating? Confess? Panic? Wait another six whole years? Yeah...George Weasley might be a loser. - Now entering his sixth year at Hogwarts, George Weasley has set three objectives that he must accomplish: One, track down Ludo Bagman and give the bloke a good old hexing for scamming them out of their Quidditch World Cup winnings. Two, save up enough galleons to finally make Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes more than just a pipe dream. And then three, finally work up the courage to tell Cosette Diggory - Head Girl, Ravenclaw Royalty, and completely out of his league - that he's been half in love with her since his first year. No big deal. Except it's Cosette's final year at Hogwarts, and Fred refuses to sit through another century-long yearning session about "what could've been" if George doesn't confess already.

Antara Malfoy was never supposed to fall for someone like Fred Weasley. He's chaos wrapped in laughter, defiance, and fire-everything she's been warned to stay away from. She's the Malfoy heir, the perfect pureblood daughter, raised to wear her pride like armor and her emotions like secrets. But the war has a way of tearing masks apart. When a series of dangerous circumstances force Fred and Antara onto the same side, hatred turns to banter, banter turns to tension, and tension... becomes something neither of them can control. Every stolen glance feels like a sin, every touch a betrayal. He's light. She's darkness. And somewhere between loyalty and longing, they start to blur the lines. As blood is spilled and loyalties are tested, they'll have to decide if love can survive in a world built to destroy it-or if they'll burn together trying. ... "Get out of my face Fred!" I scream pushing his chest. "Then get the fuck out of my head!" ... "Do you want me?" I whisper. "Want you?" He chuckles while tightening his hand in my hair, tilting my head more upwards. "I'm way beyond that love. I'm between need and desperate." He whispers against my lips. ... AN: The story starts in The Goblet of fire.

"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.

Fred Weasley was never supposed to get under her skin. He was loud where Effie Whitcombe was quiet. Reckless where she was careful. Chaotic in all the ways she spent years trying not to be. At Hogwarts, they learned how to argue before they learned how to understand each other. What started as irritation slowly became something far more complicated...hidden somewhere between unfinished conversations, years of nevers, and the strange aftermath of surviving a war that left neither of them entirely untouched. Some people find their way into your life slowly. Others are there before you realize you've been looking for them. A slow burn enemies(ish)-to-lovers Fred Weasley x OC story spanning from Hogwarts to after the war. Some distances are impossible to keep.

"History only remembers the Boy Who Lived... but what if it forgot someone?" Everyone knows the story of Harry Potter. But no one ever spoke of his older sister. Two years before the Boy Who Lived entered the world, Arabella Lily Potter was born into a loving family. After the tragic events of Halloween 1981, she lost everything. Raised by her godfather, Remus Lupin, Arabella grows up far from the spotlight, carrying the weight of a name that everyone recognizes but no one truly understands. As hidden truths begin to surface, Arabella discovers that the adults around her have kept far more secrets than she ever imagined. Between mysterious letters, old friendships, dangerous enemies, and a past built on lies, she must uncover who she really is. Because before there was the Boy Who Lived... There was the girl everyone forgot.

A Fred Weasley Fanfiction Adeline Celie Westbrook, a Muggle-born and best friend to Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger, had once been closest to Fred Weasley since her first year at Hogwarts. But one cruel joke changed everything: in a single moment, trust shattered, and friendship turned into distance... and then into enmity. Now, through sharp arguments and constant provocation, the tension between them only continues to grow. And Adeline will soon discover that keeping her distance from him-that escaping what still lingers between them-will be far more difficult than she ever imagined. ⋆⭒˚.⋆ Enemies to Lovers + Slow Burn addresses themes that may offend readers. The story contains explicit scenes and some +18 scenes. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling, except for Adeline Celie Westbrook and her family, who was created by me. It doesn't completely follow the plot of the films. All rights reserved.

The Other Potter On the night Voldemort fell at Godric's Hollow, the wizarding world celebrated the Boy Who Lived. But nobody knew that Harry wasn't the only child in the crib that night.To protect the siblings, Albus Dumbledore makes a devastating choice: separate them. While Harry is sent to the Dursleys to mask his magical scent, his older sister, Loretta Poesy Potter, is left in the care of her grieving, impoverished godfather, Remus Lupin. Raised in a secluded Yorkshire cottage by a werewolf fighting poverty and his own demons, Loretta grows up entirely detached from her brother's world. But you can only hide a Potter for so long. As the shadows of the past begin to stir, the bond between the broken Marauder and the girl with Lily's hair and James's eyes will be tested to its limits.

~𝓐𝓶 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷?~ Everyone knows Liliane Potter as the Girl Who Lived, Harry Potter's twin sister, brilliant, flirty, and completely her own storm of chaos. But what they don't know is that she's also been half in love with Fred Weasley since her second year at Hogwarts. But of course she'd never admit it to herself, let alone anyone else. Fred? He's the prank king of Gryffindor, the heartbeat of every joke, and the only boy who can make Liliane want something real. Their friendship has always been a battlefield of teasing glances and unspoken tension but everything starts to shift in their fourth year. Because this year, Cedric Diggory asks Liliane out. And this year, Fred takes Angelina Johnson to the Yule Ball. Between all the Triwizard chaos, stolen glances across common rooms, secrets and things no one's supposed to notice, Liliane finds herself caught between the boy she's dating and the one she always run to. Fred's beginning to realize he might've let the wrong girl go. And Liliane? She's starting to wonder if timing is just another cruel joke the universe plays on her. So this is the story of Liliane Potter. A slow-burn, friends-to-lovers story during Goblet of Fire, where sparks don't just fly they full on explode, hearts ache, and love might finally speak... if someone's brave enough to say it before tragedy strikes first.