《Boxes (A Harry Potter & Frarry Fanfiction) ✳️》-22-
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As soon as class was dismissed, Fred sprinted out the door. George told him he had to stay behind to ask about an assignment. Fred didn't want to think about how much of a lame excuse that was if he hadn't been there. He and George were fine in that class, and the assignment was extra credit. If Fred hadn't been in the room when McGonagall had proposed the idea to George, he would have thought George was purposely avoiding him.
After breakfast hadn't been one of his best moments. He had basically told his twin that he felt nothing for Harry but friendship. Which wasn't exactly true... Fred knew George didn't believe him. He never could quite hide everything from his brother.
Fred continued running as his thoughts went from George to Harry. He felt himself smile.
Bloody sap, he thought to himself. This only made him grin wider as he felt his legs grow sore and his lungs burning. Fred quickly dodged a second year Hufflepuff girl, throwing out a breathless apology as she screamed. She might have dropped her books, but Fred was scrambling down the halls too fast to care.
"Fred Weasley, you stop this instant!" Fred ignored the professor's shout. Harry would get out of the class in just a few minutes, that is, if Snape had taken the time to do a dramatic monologue about James Potter that evening. He spotted Ron's hair and heard Hermione's voice as he turned the corner.
"Fred, hey! What're you doing here? Where's George?" Ron asked as Fred came to a halt. Fred panted and looked at them for a minute. He put his hands on the back of his head and tilted his head up.
"Harry still in there?"
Ron rolled his eyes. "Wow thanks for answering my questions!" He said. It was sarcastic and boarder line disrespectful that Fred was tempted to tease him about "having his innocence spoiled by the big boys in his dorm." Fortunately for Ron, Hermione had taken Fred's focus from his brother onto Harry.
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"He left a minute ago. Said something about making some finishing touches on a charm essay." She told him. She seemed so confident in her answer, as if she expected a professor to give Gryffindor points just for responding to Fred.
Fred had to take a second to remind himself that Harry wasn't really working on the essay. That had already been established last night;
"When can we hang out again?" Fred felt a bit needy asking Harry this. The question, however, wouldn't stop echoing in his mind. Harry looked up, his glasses crooked on his face.
Fred grinned with a soft chuckle. He reached over and fixed the glasses on Harry's face. The back of Fred's hand brushed against Harry's cheek. The boy blushed and Fred dropped his hand.
"How about after my potions class," Harry told him. Fred nodded.
"That should work."
Harry reached across his lap and took one of Fred's hands in his own. He ran his thumb up and down the top of Fred's knuckles. Fred couldn't help but notice how soft his hands were.
Fred maneuvered his hand so his fingers intertwined with Harry's. Harry chuckled and Fred brought the hand up to his mouth.
He kissed it.
Fred watched, amused, as Harry stammered out some unintelligible mess of words. His eyes were widened, showing off the emerald color of his eyes. Fred's heart skipped a beat.
"Should I show up to Snape or should we meet up somewhere?" Fred asked him.
Harry bit his lip, fighting the fluttering in his chest. The place where Fred's lips were tingled. He felt warm inside, no thanks to the older boy's hand still holding his.
"Uh– maybe.. maybe we can have a code phrase? Then we could meet in the common room before going somewhere else."
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"That's brilliant! What would the code phrase be?" Fred beamed. This made Harry feel giddy. His hand squeezed Fred's. Fred did a silent chuckle and squeezed back twice. The grip on one another was soft, and the squeezed were barely more than a twitch of fingers.
"I'll tell Hermione and Ron that I'll be making some last minute touches on my charms essay. That can be our code."
Fred disconnected their hands, leaned over and kissed Harry's forehead.
"Sounds like a plan." He murmured. Harry took this opportunity to hug him. His head lying on Fred's chest. Fred wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders.
"You okay?"
"Mhm."
"Okay thanks, Hermione!" Fred hollered as he made his way to the common room. Hermione opened her mouth to remind him to not yell in the halls, but she closed it when she saw that Fred was already gone.
"That was weird," Ron commented.
"Yeah, super weird." Hermione said.
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A cataclysm occurred in the world, which rolled back its development for many centuries. The power in it returned to the church, because otherwise, as the "2nd coming", the event that destroyed the earth, cannot be called. A big war is brewing, humanity has already mastered all places suitable for life, and the rulers are trying to expand their possessions at the expense of others. Our hero, Marzio, lives in one of the free Italian towns. He is the bastard of a major feudal lord who made his name in the war. His mother, despite her righteous lifestyle, practices quackery. For which one day, on an unremarkable and ordinary day, she is sentenced to death. Seeing the burning of his own mother and losing faith in people, Marzio begins his journey. Thanks to the connections of his small family, he escapes from the city and, together with a trade caravan, moves to another city, where he plans to enter the academy and become stronger. Along the way, he contacts people who call themselves "diggers" - plunderers. So, he finds himself in the ruins of the old world, which was much more developed and finds more and more evidence of the terrible secret of the true cause of the fall of the world, which the church so zealously hides. But the second coming gave not only the suffering and wrath of God, but also monsters from mutated animals. In a fight with them, he falls into the eyes of the detachment of the sacred order, after which they, having estimated its potential, take it to themselves and, with their patronage, he enters the academy. At the academy, he meets new friends, and his origin is revealed there. Since he is the only male descendant, he can claim the title and possession of his father. Thanks to this, our hero receives a certain amount of attention from the opposite sex. After training, Marzio learns about the so-called knowers who are aware of the artifacts of the ancients and how things truly are. New prospects are opening up for him, but also new dangers. He becomes part of the squad that helped him. And using modern for us and futuristic for the Middle Ages, small arms are engaged in protecting the secrets of the church and persecuting a group calling themselves apostates, who want to reveal all the cards that will drive the world into a new branch of chaos and the fight against the regime. As cover, his order sided with minor rulers to fight the old-fashioned way and maintain the balance of power. More and more secrets are revealed to Marzio, and a serious intriguing game unfolds behind him, into which he is sucked in with more and more force. But the hero is the hero, in order to grow and cope with the twists and turns of fate, he stoically withstands all trials and even not knowing about the threats from the east and another continent continues to go forward to meet his fate, for the sake of freedom, revenge and struggle.
8 217They came by the dozen (Dropped)
Hey yo. This is gonna be more of a diary entries than a story but hey. This will contain some game aspects, reincarnation and blah blah blah.1st arc: Well isn't this just dandy.This story follows a random guy who just happens to win a poker match against a whole pantheon of gods in an ametuer poker tournament. He won the tournament then went home, afterwards dying by slipping on a banana peel to an open manhole then being eaten by a sewer croc of legends. Ok fine he died by hitting his head too hard on the concrete floor.The random guy just so happens to die on the same day as eleven other random people caused by slipping of a banana peel. Oh yeah they also have beaten the mentioned pantheon of gods one way or another, well an example would be rock paper scissors, an mmo, drinking games and more. In simple terms they're shit at games.What could possibly go wrong.
8 99SOULMATES.
━━ MATTHEW TKACHUK!❝ After all, soulmates always end up together.❞ mainly social media- messages, instagram, ect. [calgary flames] [matthew tkachuk] © nazemkadri 2017
8 168The Cool Book About Me
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8 91Secrets Worth Killing For
While investigating the mysterious deaths of three girls in the remote town of Briarwood, Detective Evan O'Riley tries to solve a cold case of the town's serial killer from the 1960's.***Three sixteen-year-old girls are found dead after being plunged off the roof of their school. The question it poses: did they jump, or were they pushed? Detective Evan O'Riley has been solving crimes in Riverton for six years. Some cases have answers, others remain unsolved. His latest case brings him to the remote town of Briarwood where he begins his investigation into whether the case is a triple homicide or suicide.While working the case, Evan hears about an infamous serial killer that brought havoc to Briarwood in the 1960's called the The SAD Killer. The best part? He was never caught.As Evan tries to solve the triple deaths of the girls, he gets swept fifty years into the past, digging up case files and tracking down old family members and investigators from the 1965 murders. Evan becomes determined to solve the mystery once and for all and finally put a name to the SAD Killer.But little does Evan know, the killer may be closer than he thinks...
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