Being best friends with Fred Weasley means three things: detention, chaos and zero peace. Florence has survived years of pranks, secret passages and being dragged into trouble she definitely didn't plan. Fred is loud, reckless, impossible to say no to, and somehow he's also her safest place. Then fifth year hits, and everything feels different. Laughs last longer. Glances mean more. And Florence realises the worst possible thing she could ever realise: she's falling for her best friend. A boy who flirts with everyone, fears nothing, and would never, ever feel the same. Content Warning: This story contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content. "Since when did you get wise?" Fred shrugs. "Watching someone you care about come frighteningly close to not getting back up again tends to rearrange your priorities." I glance back at him then-and something in his expression softens, like he's relieved I'm still here, still talking, still breathing. "And just for the record," he adds, tone easy, almost offhand, though his eyes are anything but, "if a Dementor so much as drifts in your direction again, I'll personally see it launched into the lake." I can't stop the small laugh that escapes me. "You really think you can single-handedly protect me from every dangerous thing in the world?" "I'd bloody well try." I lift my eyes to his, properly this time. It's only then that I realise how close he is-how his whole focus is fixed entirely on me like nothing else in the room matters. And something aches in my chest-sharp and soft all at once. The kind of ache that reminds you you're alive. That you've survived worse. That maybe you're allowed moments like this. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling except for the original ones created by me.

𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⋆˚࿔ In which Crescent Diggory just wants to ask Fred Weasley to the Yule Ball, but ends up with a lot more than she bargained for in the process. ⋆˚࿔ [HARRY POTTER: GOBLET OF FIRE-DEATHLY HALLOWS] [STARTED: NOVEMBER 28, 2016] [FINISHED: TBA]

Lydia Jones, a nonchalant genius who'd rather be spending her time living in the moment rather than using her smarts, attends Hogwarts with a casual outlook on life and a thirst for something more. But when she finds herself befriending The Chosen One along with his two friends and a rather handsome redhead, Lydia discovers the adventure she's been aching for will plunge her head-on into a world of risk, romance, and... danger.

❝She wore her scars as her best attire, a stunning dress of hellfire.❞ In a world where children are orphaned by dark wizards and destinies are bestowed upon the most unlikely of people, Lily Potter II must choose between what is good and what is right, between the light, the dark and the in-between. With Dark magic of her own, a twin brother who looks for trouble, and a hapless love for a dead-man walking, Lily's life is anything but easy. But with smoke in her eyes and death at her back as she stands on the brink of war, the Dark Lord will soon experience fear he knows not. Love will win and lose. Lives will be lost. And darkness will be discovered within. ▂▂▂▂▂▂ ❝'Your parents, Sirius,....they all died in the name of love, Lily.' said Fred Weasley.❞ ❝It seems to me, that love could be labeled poison and we'd drink it anyway.❞ *Completed, with bonus chapters.

⋆｡°✩ willow had once watched someone die. she saw the green light explode from the end of a wand, saw a body crumple to the floor, lifeless - before she even knew what magic truly was. and her father, blinded by grief and fury, had done the unthinkable. he tore the magic from her - ripped it from her bones with trembling hands and shattered words, as if silencing her gift could silence his own pain. she was only twelve when the magical world took her in, broken and wide-eyed. the halls of that ancient castle loomed taller than anything she'd ever known. spells whirled like storm winds, portraits whispered in their frames, and staircases shifted beneath her feet. it terrified her. but even as she clutched at familiarity like a lifeline, she knew - somewhere in her bones - that this strange, faraway place would become her forever. and who could have guessed that her forever would be a red-headed boy with laughter in his soul and fire in his heart? a boy who loved so fiercely, so completely, that it burned through the darkest parts of her. she remembered the way he looked at her - like he saw every hidden piece she tried to bury. "I desperately wanted to kiss him - to bury my hands in his hair, to press my mouth to his like it would heal every broken thing inside me. My body trembled with the ache of it, like it already knew he was meant to be mine. Like kissing him would make the world stop spinning." and in that moment, every inch of her - every breath, every heartbeat, every scar left by what had been taken - was begging for something real. something right. 49 chapters started 9/29/2022 completed 5/24/2025 tw: this story contains themes involving substance use, sexual content, and blood/death/violence.

"It's so sweet knowing that you love me, Though we don't need to say it to each other, sweet." ╰┈➤ Sweet, Cigarettes After Sex. Hogwarts was supposed to be a fresh start. Instead, it became a battlefield - of power, of names, of bloodlines. Aurelia Malfoy didn't believe in destiny, but being born a Malfoy meant carrying one like a curse. Everyone expected her to be perfect - poised, loyal, untouchable. But perfection cracks easily within Slytherin walls. Then there's Theodore Nott - distant, unreadable, always half-lost in smoke and silence. He doesn't talk much, but when he does, it cuts deeper than a curse. No one really knows him - not the way Mattheo Riddle does, and certainly not the way Aurelia begins to.

The daughter of a "killer" falls in love with her childhood best friend, Fred Weasley. Includes- alcohol, sexual content, mentions of eating disorders, violence and some vulgar language

TWs: 18+, graphic violence (torture, etc.) mature language, sexual content ••••• Katherine Black was born to rule. To command. Order and control were the rhythm she lived by, the structure she built her world upon. She knew exactly who she was, and so did everyone else. What she inspired wasn't fear, nor was it blind admiration. It was either respect, or a nasty type of jealousy. But there was always one exception. One infuriating, impossible, red-haired exception who refused to bow to her presence. Fred Weasley. So the question becomes: what happens when the Trickster falls for the untouchable Heiress? And what happens when he realises her destiny is far too great to comprehend?

'𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚, 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞?' 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐮 𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐱 𝐨𝐜 6th #instagram 1st #delacour 1st #socialmediaau 1st #french 1st #dracomalfoyxoc

~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.