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I'm tired. I'm really, really tired. Thats all I can think as I force myself to walk quickly. I stayed up all night working on the stupid potions homework that Draco landed me. I don't know how but it's his fault! Everything is! I'm just too tired to tell you why right now. I fell asleep in the Great Hall during dinner that's how tired I was. When I woke up there were only a few people left, mostly Ravenclaws doing homework somewhere quiet. My friends probably tried to wake me but once I fall asleep nothing can wake me. Nothing. The hallway is completely barren except for the occasional prefect giving me a dirty look for still being up and n

WARNING: Sexual themes You hummed as you shampooed your hair, enjoying the way the warm water soothed your muscles. You were on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and you had had a particularly tiresome practice earlier that day. You heard some faint noises from outside the curtain, but paid no mind to it, as you assumed it was Katie or Angelina taking their own showers. You felt a rush of cold air, and turned to find yourself looking into a pair of green (mixed with blue) eyes. You yelped quietly and hurriedly attempted to cover yourself up with your hands. George grinned cheekily at you, but his cheeks were slightly red and he hurriedly close

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter When we were kids We made made a promise An unspoken vow We'd be there for each other Always around We'd be mischief makers, proud lions That we would own a joke shop And that we would grow old together But here I am At your funeral Trying as hard as I can Not to cry I talk to you every night But you can't hear me as you lie on the ground We promised that we would never cry If something bad happened to one of us Your death still hunts me When that smile left your face a part of me died Percy took it the hardest He thinks it was his fault I'm trying my best to not give up on life Because that wouldn'

George’s eyes once again flicked down to your lips, a fact which you were unaware of, and Fred nudged his twin before quietly slipping away. You three had been the last ones in the Gryffindor common room, working on an essay for History of Magic, and you were reading and hastily scribbling down notes while George was trying to pluck up the courage to kiss you or tell you how he felt or ask you to the Yule Ball, or anything to let you know that he liked you. He had known you for years; you were one of his father’s friend’s children and had visited them at the Burrow from a young age. You were Fred and George’s age, and

WARNING: Sexual themes/content You woke up to a faint tapping. You crawled groggily out of your warm bed, and walked over to the window that was next to your bed. You opened it slightly, to see a school owl with a letter strapped to its leg. You looked at it in surprise, who would send you anything, let alone with a school owl? With a shrug, you untied the letter and tossed it onto your bed. You stroked the owl for a moment before it flew off and you shut the window. You walked quietly back to your bed, you didn’t want to wake anyone, and carefully unrolled the piece of paper. It said: Hey __y/n__! Be down in the common room in ten m

"I can't do it, George! I just can't do it!" You cried as you stormed down the hallway, away from the classroom that had brought your worst nightmare to life.   You, George, and Fred and several other classmates had been presented with the task of stepping forward toward the magical wardrobe and confronting your fears. Your teacher had encouraged each and every one of you to step forward. He didn't care if your fear would scare the life out of you. The whole purpose of this lesson was to get over it since in the magic world, you can't let your fears get to you. George and Fred had tried to calm your nerves down by cracking jokes about how th