A tale of forbidden love - full of yearning, fluff, angst, and a lot of smut with feelings. So detailed you'll feel like you're in the room with them - even if you shouldn't be 😏 Seventeen-year-old Lex Malfoy, older sister to Draco, is heading into her final year at Hogwarts. With whispers of the Dark Lord's return growing louder, she finds herself increasingly concerned about her brother's involvement in dangerous matters. But despite the weight of these worries, her attention is often elsewhere-on Fred Weasley. For years, their playful banter and shared classes have been a steady constant,casual even,but something feels different this year. Fred seems to stir something in her, a longing for a kind of freedom she's only ever glimpsed when he's around. As Lex begins to confront her own wants and desires, she struggles to maintain the carefully crafted mask she's worn her entire life, torn between duty to her family and the hope of a life that feels entirely her own. Disclaimer: Although the main characters are seventeen for part of this story (since they still need to be at school for the plot to unfold), the narrative is set during the Half-Blood Prince era and beyond. I picture fred as his older, adult self in this fic. The fanfiction follows the events of the sixth movie onwards, while incorporating hints from the fourth and fifth movie. In this version, Lex, Fred, George, and Cedric are in their final year at Hogwarts. Draco and the Golden trio are a year below. Deaths may be taken out. (Cedric and serius are alive) Characters mentioned from books and movies belong to Jk Rowling and Warner brothers.

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 botched Levitation Charm 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 Christmases 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.

Being a Black means never being neutral. Suzanne Sabrina Black grows up carrying a name tied to war, betrayal, and bloodlines - none of which she chose. In Slytherin by sorting, but not by heart, she finds herself caught between old expectations and new friendships that feel dangerously real. As Hogwarts changes her year by year, so does the boy who makes her laugh when she least expects it. Fanfiction has fragments from the book. slow burn | OC × George Weasley | Hogwarts rewrite

Fred Weasley Fanfiction Adeline Celie Westbrook, Muggle-born and best friend of Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger, has always seen Fred as a nuisance ever since he played a cruel prank on her in her second year at Hogwarts. However, between arguments and provocations, tensions grow, and she soon discovers that "escaping" from him will be much more difficult than she imagined. ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Enemies to Lovers + Slow Burn addresses themes that may offend readers. The story contains explicit scenes. All characters belong to J.K. Rowling, except for Adeline Celie Westbrook, who was created by me. It doesn't completely follow the plot of the films, and deaths All rights reserved.

Stories don't always begin with stolen glances or promises. Sometimes they start between the lines of a book, behind a Potions desk or in an overcrowded train carriage. Seléne Montrose is a brilliant, competitive and charismatic Gryffindor. With her sharp humour and hidden anxiety about always having to prove herself, she built a solid reputation: a girl who knows how to stand up for herself, even when her heart races faster than her confidence. Blaise Zabini, instead, spent six years in the silvery shadows of the Slytherin dungeons. Elegant, reserved, unapproachable, with an aura of detachment that makes him difficult to read but impossible to ignore. The son of a feared yet admired mother, he learned early on not to trust others, to protect himself behind a controlled smile, to hint at a lot and say very little. They'd never really spoken to each other before being the Slug Club. Sitting a few seats apart, forced to share the same air and conversations, Seléne and Blaise suddenly found themselves adversaries. Two opposing worlds. Two characters destined to clash. But behind provocations and glances, there was common ground that neither of them wanted to acknowledge: the fear of showing vulnerability, the intolerance towards those who took everything for granted, the awareness that growing up in an ancient family did not mean feeling understood. It wasn't love at first sight or fierce hatred - but something more subtle: a balancing act, a tightrope that risked breaking with every sharp remark, every challenge thrown down, every silence shared for too long. As the war approached, two seemingly incompatible students would discover that attraction doesn't always arise only from the opposite that fascinates, but from that unexpected reflection that forces you to see yourself in the eyes of the other. blaise zabini x fem!oc started 25.01.2026

Born and first raised in a home filled with love and laughs, Lyra Eileen Potter came into the world minutes before her twin brother, Harry James Potter. So she was the first to cry and the first to be held - but the fate decided she'd be the one to be taken away first, that night. On October 31st 1981, the night everything changed for Harry - who soon became the Boy Who Lived -, a burst of white lighting carried Lyra out of Voldemort's reach. And while everyone remembered Harry, no one remembered Lyra - the Girl Who Vanished. Years passed, and under the name Selwyn, she grew up surrounded by the cold elegance and silver-lined expectations - a pureblood legacy, distant smiles, and rules stitched into every word. But Lyra learned how to adapt, how to read people, how to keep secrets. At Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat had screamed Slytherin. And although she wore green and silver with quiet pride, she never truly mirrored those beside her: she was too thoughtful to follow blindly, too curious to conform - and too kind, perhaps, for a house known for its ambition and edge. Then her fourth year came and something shifted. Behind everything, a warmth became to bloom. Maybe it was the Twiwizard Tournament. Maybe it was him - the red-haired prankster with too much charm in his grin and too much gentleness in his gaze: George Weasley. Or maybe it was the way she started to really look at Harry Potter - not as the boy who lived, but as someone ho carried the same quiet ache in her chest. Or perhaps it was simply time for the lies to crack, and for the speed in her blood to rise. [gof-dh] [george weasley x fem!oc] [started august 4, 2025]