Just a (not so) short Fred x Reader. Begins right before the Quidditch world cup. You're staying at the burrow with your best friends, Fred and George Weasley. (If anything is inaccurate, please message me and I will try to fix it, Thank you). I do not own you or any of the names mentioned in this story from the Harry Potter universe. You belong to you and Harry Potter and associates belong to JK Rowling.

"AUCH, I'M WOUNDED, SOMEONE HELP ME BEFORE SHE KILLS ME!" he yelled loudly and I couldn't help but laugh. "Shut up, the whole castle can hear you!" I said and tried to pull him up. "That's the point! You're a dangerous being", he stated, but let me pull him up. "You're an idiot", I mumbled and narrowed my eyes at him. He was quite a bit taller than me, making me having to look up. It were his eyes that intrigued me for some reason. They always seemed to twinkle with amusement, even when there was nothing particularly funny going on. They held so many stories. I could see that he was studying me as well. They were a maze. A maze that I would love to get lost in. "You really are an onion", I blurted out. - Y/N Y/L/N arrives at Hogwarts to attend her sixth year after being homeschooled for all of her life. There she meets the infamous Weasley twins and one in particular catches her attention. It starts with a little teasing, but Y/N soon finds herself way in over her head. - Most characters are owned by JK Rowling. I do NOT support JKR at all, but I wrote this fan fiction years ago when I didn't know any better, and the Harry Potter universe was a big part of my teen life.

my heart is far, far away. home is, too. They're just children when they meet. Just kids when they fall in love. She's just a girl when she loses her parents, and he's just a boy who doesn't understand his. They're just children when they're forced to live a life all too horrible for young eyes to see. They're just children when they learn to find home in more than walls.

It's dark in the closet, I can just vaguely see his features and realise how close we're standing. Like, really close. My chest is toughing his and my hand is resting on his shoulder. As I realise that, I quickly remove it. "Cozy", he whispers in my ear, which make chills run down my spine. "Shut up", I whisper. "McGonagall's class starts in ten minutes, I guess you'll be stuck in here until then", he says smirking. "I can leave at any moment", I say, glaring at him. "And then I'd follow you, and what would people think when they see us leaving a tiny closet like this, together", he whispers and God his voice makes me shiver. "You're such an arrogant git". "And you're a sad nerd". "Stupid sod!" "Pathetic halfblood" "Useless, stuck-up brat!" And then his lips collide with mine, all of the sudden, filled with passion. And I kiss him back. - This was my first HP fanfiction EVER. It's not great, but it's a quick, fun read I guess. If you want something a little more in depth and less ... cringy, I recommend checking out my other works haha All characters are owned by JK Rowling. I do NOT support JKR at all, but I wrote this fan fiction years ago when I didn't know any better, and the Harry Potter universe was a big part of my teen life. #1 in malfoyxreader #1 in dracoxreader #1 in Malfoy #1 in Pureblood #1 in Potter

Draco Malfoy x Reader ••• (Y/n) Sprout has never had an easy life. From being adopted by the head of the Hufflepuff house to being continually trained to become what Pomona Sprout wants her to be, her life has been nothing short of complicated. Even more so when she comes face to face with the sorting hat. She knows what house is expected, or rather demanded, of her to receive. She has strict orders to follow her adoptive grandmother's footsteps. So that's exactly what she does. She coaxes herself into the Hufflepuff house just like she's supposed to. Easy enough task for a Slytherin like her. Her first few years at Hogwarts go smoothly. No one suspects her of being a Slytherin. In fact, she acts like the perfect example of a Hufflepuff Princess, never showing any signs that she isn't. It seems that she may be able to fake her way through Hogwarts after all. That is, until a certain pale skinned boy discovers the truth. She feels as if her world is jolting to a halt when the Slytherin Prince himself, Draco Malfoy, finds out about her little secret. But that's before Draco strikes a deal with the young witch. As long as she does everything he says, acts as his willful servant, he won't expose her to all of Hogwarts. It sounds simple enough. But when things other than simple secrets begin to emerge, like feelings and a dark past, the deal becomes a little more difficult.