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In what was supposed to be her first ski trip since the war, Hermione wakes up from an avalanche to find herself back in time. Despite her search to return home to her time, she is forced to relive her last years at Hogwarts and the War that she knows will claim the faces that now haunt her. In Particular, the face of a certain Weasley that she finds herself slowly falling for.
If you were forced back in time, would you try to save him?
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"Fred Weasley, you're asking me to be your fake girlfriend."
"Spot on."
He was crazy. His plan was crazy. And yet, I hesitated. Why? I really can't say. Maybe it was the way Fred's eyes glinted in the half-dark of the garden, hinting at possibility and promising me something I didn't quite understand. Maybe I was tired of being careful.
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- Part 1 of Playing With Fire
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Just Don't Let Me Fall Asleep, Feeling Empty Again by orphan_account
Fandoms: Angel: the Series
02 Sep 2021
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what if fred hadn't coped quiet as well with the jasmine incident?
title and chapter titles from the paramore song "pressure"
pov fred unless stated otherwise
trigger warning: this fanfiction deals heavily in depression, suicide, self-harm, mental breakdowns, violence and other things along that vein. please don't read if that triggers you!
note: this fic is not intended to romanticise any of the above or make them appear selfish, because they shouldn't be romanticised and they aren't selfish - it's only intention is to show how the Jasmine incident may have affected Fred, from Fred's perspective.
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She needed to get there. She had to save him. Her whole world depended on it. Her soul couldn't take anymore hits. She had to save him. She had to...
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He pulled her inside and closed the door with a soft click.
Total darkness. Gwen held her breath.The closeness was overwhelming.
She could smell his cloak—smoke, grass, a faint hint of mint.
His breath was shallow, right near her face.The space was so tight they could hardly move.
She heard him chuckle quietly.
She stomped on his foot."Pull yourself together, Weasley."
"Aye aye," he murmured, adopting a soldier's serious face.
For a moment, they stood in charged silence. Not awkward—just humming with unsaid things.
Gwen could hear the groan of old wood, distant water dripping through pipes, Filch's footsteps far off... and Fred's breathing.
"I think he's gone," Fred whispered. "But maybe we should stay a bit longer... just to be sure." He raised his brows.
"Fred." Gwen pulled a face.
He chuckled again.
She could feel her own heartbeat—and his, hammering beneath her fingers resting on his chest.
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You keep looking at him like he's the sun—just don't forget you'll burn if you get too close.
— George Weasley