harry potter oneshots

Fred- I Love You

{warning— brief mentions of abuse}

she's back who is she 👀

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"Muggles, tend to hoard items such as, notebooks, which binds a bunch of parchment paper together and is effectively easier to carry around."

You subconsciously drowned out the sound of your professor's voice. The more you listened, the more the world urged you to close your eyes and take a small nap.
Being tasked to kill Albus Dumbledore, was definitely not an easy task. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip, as your professor dismissed you. This meant, more planning in secret with Draco Malfoy.

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"Have you got any idea yet, Y/l/n?" Draco sighed, his blonde hair astray, purple — almost black circles sat under his eyes as he looked at you tiredly.

"Not yet, I'm afraid." You pursed your lips, letting out a small huff of air. He closed his eyes in frustration, leaning back against the wall.

"We don't have much time, Y/n." He all but whimpered.

"I know... I know. We'll come up with something, Draco. Things like these takes time." You muttered, staring at the piece of paper, your messy handwriting listing down the plans that have failed you both.

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"Hey, Y/n!" Fred grinned as he approached you.

"Hey, Freddie." You softly uttered, stifling a yawn.

"Are you alright? Long night?" He grinned as he slung his arm around you.

Nodding, your eyes closing slightly.

"Hey, we're still walking here." Fred chuckles as he ruffles your hair gently.

"You should get rest..." He frowns as he eyes your dark eye bags.

"I know... And I will, soon." You sighed.

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"You don't know me!" Draco screamed. You emerged from behind him, placing your hand on his wrist, urging him to lower his wand.

"It's alright, Draco." You softly muttered, keeping your eyes trained on the old man standing in front of you, although, taking note of the boy who lived lurking below you.

"We're sorry, professor." You whispered, staring at him with your tired y/e/c eyes.

"It's alright, Y/n. It's not too late." He spoke, his voice not holding fear. But pure trust. Causing your heart to squeeze in pain.

"But it is." You whispered, lifting your wand and murmuring the killing curse.

You watched as your professor's eyes lost their life and wisdom. He staggered back and as if everything was in slow motion, he fell.

Your lips trembled, fighting back the urge to sob. In your peripheral vision, the green-eyed boy cried out and ran as fast as his legs could take him down.