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thursdaygxrls · 1 year

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Seeing It Out (‘Seeing Her’ Part Two)

summary — george weasley might (maybe) have a small crush. too bad she’s totally oblivious.

paring — george weasley x fem!bookworm!reader

disclaimer — i don’t own harry potter property, i don’t own this gif, and i don’t edit because i’m lazy. also, argyle & dicken’s isn’t real, i made it up.

warnings — everyone is stupid. maybe ooc.

read part one here!

She noticed him staring at her in potions. Well, she never proved it was her he was looking at, but she had a suspicion. Every time she would look up to transcribe the notes or recipes Snape described, she could see a mass of tangerine hair fly forward just a few desks ahead of her. She didn’t think anything of it at first. Why would she? But then she noticed him staring at her out of the corner of her eye before class one day. That look alone made her realize two things:

1. The looks she thought she may have been receiving were no coincidence and

2. The one staring was George Weasley

“I’m scared. Seriously, he’s planning something,” she confided as she and her friend, Meredith, began to stroll from dinner to their dorm, “He’s been watching me for a few weeks now. Something is going on.”

“Oh, don’t be silly,” Meredith giggled.

“I’m serious! When the Weasley twins set their sights on you, you’re dead in the water,” she guffawed.

“Or…” Meredith trailed off with a smile.

“Or?” She turned to her with an inquisitive look.

“Perhaps you tickled his fancy.” Meredith shimmied her shoulders suggestively.

“I tickled who and what?” Her eyes widened as she felt a laugh bubble at the back of her throat.

“I’m saying that maybe he keeps staring because he fancies you,” Meredith explained.

“George Weasley?” Her eyes crinkled as her grin widened slightly, “You’re mad.”

“Not mad, intuitive,” Meredith tapped her head, “You’re cute! You’re smart! Everyone in this bloody school ought to be head over heals for you!” She shook her almost comedically.

“Alright!” She laughed, “I get it! I’m fabulous!”

“Good,” Meredith said with a large smile, “Now, think about talking to him.”

“We haven’t disposed of the ‘the twins are going to put fireworks in my pillowcase’ theory,” she shook her head.

“I’ve disposed of it. It’s gone.” Meredith pretended to throw something before wiping her hands together, “But seriously, talk to him if you’re interested, y’know? He’s not too bad on the eyes – and I doubt he’s all too evil.”

“I guess I’ll think about it,” she shrugged, “How’s Emma going?”

“It’s – shit, I left it in the Great Hall,” Meredith groaned, “Wait here for me, alright?”

“I’ll wait an eternity for you!” She called after the girl.

“Put those moves on someone else, would you?” Meredith winked before disappearing down the hall.

George Weasley. He was popular, maybe not as much as his twin brother, but he was one-half of the dynamic pranking duo. She’d seen them before; they watched people, and so did she. They always observed their prey before attacking — but their targets were never just innocent bystanders. She’d like to think she was innocent. She’d like to think a lot of things, though, and not all of them were true.

Meredith was taking a while. Was she right? Was he interested in her? The thought seemed silly, foreign. It was like a honey bee finding a hidden daisy in a room full of tulips. Yet, she couldn’t help but smile at the thought. It was a nice thought. A flash of orange alerted her to the balcony in front of her. Funnily enough, standing at the edge, staring out to the floor below them, were the Weasley twins – and George was staring at her.

It was curious. This was the first time they’d ever connected eyes, yet it felt entirely natural. Maybe it was because she’d stared a thousand people in the eyes, or maybe this was different. She looked at him, and he looked at her, and for a moment, time was able to exist on a different plane entirely. God, was it cheesy. She’d read about this before; the lovers’ first meeting. Wait, lovers? They aren’t lovers, they don’t even know each other, besides – oh God. In a flash, something fell from George’s hand, flying down from the balcony and directly onto poor Professor Flitwick’s head. The thing burst ceremoniously and a powder fizzled around the man. He batted at himself in confusion as she looked on at him with horror. His hair was entirely green.

What the bloody hell was that?

She clutched her copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray — the copy that had just been knocked from her hands — in her sweaty palms. Today had been going great, spectacular even. Her dreams had wiped any memory of possible crushes from her mind. She woke up early, found a matching pair of socks on her first try, and was ready to pick up a new book. Meredith had shoed her out of the dorms when she attempted to wake the girl; she preferred sleep over food. So, it was just her and Dorian who’d made it out to the stairs when she was pushed (nudged?) to the ground.

By George Weasley, of course.

She’d wondered if this was a part of his scheme for a moment. It would be the perfect time to catch her off guard — bright and early before she’d even wiped the crust from her eyes. But then she saw his face and the shock that drew over his features. He certainly didn’t mean to bump into her. At least, it didn’t seem like it.

They conversed in an awkward manner, but managed to hit one another only once more. The real issue was the end of the conversation:

“See you in potions, George!”

It was meant to be friendly, a sort of peace offering if he was still trying to pull off something dodgy. And, of course, it was friendly enough until she realized she had never talked to him before. She sounded like a stalker. A bad stalker at that. She let her mind race as she rushed off to the Great Hall, hoping to not see the boy again before she got there.

It was a dragging, near exhausting wait until potions. Her nerves were so shot that, even if she calmed down, they would still leave a searing imprint under the surface of her skin. By lunch, she’d decided to try to calm herself. Surely he’d forget before then. Surely it would all resolve itself. Surely, she thought to herself as she pushed into the potions’ lab, there was–

He was sitting in her chair.

Meredith was late, unable to save her, and George was sitting at her table.

Her first move was to take cautious steps toward her destination. She knew well enough that this confrontation was unavoidable (or maybe she’d just built it up in her mind too much). She would just grit her teeth and bear it, though, because the only other alternative was to flee Hogwarts entirely.

“Hey!” He’d seen her, and she froze. She was only a step or two away from her seat, of course he saw her.

“Hi,” she responded with less grandeur. He stood in front of her, slicking his hands against his slacks as he smiled.

“Sorry about this morning,” his grin damn near sparkled, “I only do that sort of thing on the field usually.”

“Right,” she nodded. He was standing right in front of her seat, trapping it with his lanky body.

“Yeah,” his confidence stuttered momentarily, “Uh, your book. How is it?”

“Dorian Gray?” She questioned, receiving a nod, “Oh, it’s alright. A couple blokes doing a lot of talking.”

“Any puke?” George cocked his head.

“There’s blood,” she replied.

“Fluid is fluid,” he shrugged. There was another hesitation before he spoke again:

“I noticed you read a lot – muggle books, I mean. It’s interesting,” he stuck his hands in his pockets, “I was thinking about picking up a muggle book, but I don’t know where to start.”

So this was it. Weeks of stares and stilted interactions because of her obsession. She let out an audible sigh of relief. Any ounce of fear or tension drained from her body, and in its place, a peace rooted itself. Apparently, all it took to crack her shell was the mention of books.

“Oh, sure!” She spoke, her lips curling into a smile, “If you tell me what you fancy in a story I could find something you’d enjoy.”

“That’d be great,” he grinned, “Maybe I could tell you this weekend at Hogsmeade?”

“Hogsmeade?” Her eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah,” he perked up suddenly, “There’s that muggle book shop near the outside of town — Argyle and Dicken’s? You could help me find something. Maybe we can go for butterbear after?”

There was nothing Jane Austen could have done to prepare her for an offer like this. No romance novel she’d ever read could help her. She couldn’t reply with something witty, or cute, or sultry. She couldn’t wink or do something flirtatious. All she was capable of doing was giving him a near-dumbfounded look whilst attempting to close her partially agape mouth. George Weasley wanted a little more than just a recommendation.

“She’d love to.” A feminine voice spoke from behind her. Meredith, somewhat winded and somewhat late, swooped in beside her to press a metaphorical hand to her jaw.

“Love to,” she repeated, though a little less confident. George seemed to appreciate the answer anyways, giving a quick nod of greeting to Meredith before smiling back at the other girl.

“Outside the castle at noon this Sunday work?”

“It, yeah, yes, it would work.” She nodded vigorously.

“Wicked,” he chuckled lightly, “It’s a da–“

“Get to your seats.” Professor Snape’s deep voice commanded. She, as well as Meredith, wasted no time shuffling past the boy to their chairs. George moved, though, only after he hesitated a moment. The potions lesson began unceremoniously, and she couldn’t help but look over to Meredith as Snape’s monotonous voice consumed the classroom.

“What was that?” She asked, eyes still wide.

"That was you getting yourself a date." Meredith whispered her reply happily.

A date. With George Weasley – the same George Weasley she had thought to be plotting against her, or at least hoping for her downfall. Yet, she couldn’t help but smile as the lesson went on.

A date.

With George Weasley.

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btsbabe7 · 4 months

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November Prompt 30: Roadtrip

Words: 491 | Pairing: Golden Trio, Fred & George Weasley x reader

It isn’t until you find yourself walking up to the old, rusted blue Ford Anglia that you realize the two Weasley twins were very serious about this roadtrip. But come to think of it, you can’t remember a time they’d mentioned doing something and not following through.

Walking alongside a yawning Harry, you can make out Fred and George’s hushed argument about who’s to drive the car. You glance over wearily at Harry, but the darkness is enough to shield your slight irritation.

Ron and Hermione join soon enough with the four of you already waiting inside the warmth of the car as they pack their trunks inside the trunk. Thanks to the car’s extension charm there’s enough space for the belongings of more than six. Even your best friend Solora would be tagging along too on the way back from the cozy cottage near the seaside far from here.

You stare out the window, feeling excited once the car finally takes off, courtesy of George. You’re happy you’ll have your best friends by your side for one last adventure before the start of your adult lives and with graduation now behind you all. The sky is painting salmon pinks and golden yellows across periwinkle colored clouds on the early morning horizon and seeing it from the view in the sky makes it much more awe-worthy.

Fred and George had planned the entire thing out. They knew how much you loved the sunrises and sunsets, so everything had to perfect. You can imagine their chuckling as they browsed for snacks, probably even throwing a few prank ones from their shop into the basket for added fun for everyone once you reached the cottage. Their spontaneity is the very reason you agreed to the pair coming.

Laughter floods the front of the car on Fred and George’s behalf and Ron seems to have made himself a makeshift bed against Hermione’s shoulder. His soft snores gaining a giggle from her as she attempts to read a book while occasionally stealing glances of the sunrise from the window. Harry rests against your shoulder as well, watching the sunrise with you and holding your hand underneath the blanket he’d brought along for the ride. It’s fit across the four of you in the backseat, keeping you all warm in the coolness of the frosted morning.

Flying through the air for this trip reminds you of the time Ron had broken Harry out of his aunt’s house in your second year. That was the last story you’d heard of the car. And reminiscing on the old times brings your attention from the sunrise to Harry. He’s so close, you can feel your breath mixing between the two of you and that closeness makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. The closeness makes you think of all you’ve been through together and makes you ecstatic to see where this roadtrip called life will lead you all now.

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maricoolerthanme · 1 year

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None of them are my work! These are my favorite George Weasley fics written by other amazing writers, so all credits go to them! If you want your work removed from this list, please send me a message :)

THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS !!! I was supposed to do this celebration a month ago – so sorry btw! – but I couldn’t find time to do it, but now it’s here! I love you all, thank you again for this and I hope you enjoy it <3

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Vanilla & Charcoal by @starlightweasley

Temptations by @ickle-ronniekins

Just the Girl by @ickle-ronniekins

Space Girl by @lottiebagley

Caramel Kiss by @bleufrost

The Store Next Door by @w1segirl

Put Your Head on My Shoulder by @weelittleweasley

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First Time by @pinkandblueblurbs

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Potions and Constellations by @iliveiloveiwrite

Mute by @thoseofgreatambition

Family Reunions by @lottiebagley

Time to Spend by @lord-multifandom-murder

Summer Breezes by @ginnyweasleymybeloved

Pinning for You by @wandsandwheezes

X of Swords by @free-pool-trash

Wonder part. 1 | part. 2 by @george-fabian-weasley

Spinnet? by @eddiethebanishedhq

As usual, this post will be constantly updated if I found any other fics I like!

~ updated on June 3rd, 2023 ~

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high-ashell-hargrove · 2 years

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Harry Potter Masterlist

smut = 🔥 | i no longer write for Draco|

Fred Weasley:

Master Mistakes

Clothes

Wii sports

George Weasley:

Quesadilla

Late Night Surprise

The Little Things

Wii Sports

Draco Malfoy:

Im The One Who Doesnt Deserve You

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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Robyns Procrastination Tuesday / Request and Series updates

Due to the ball yesterday I didn't have time to do this so we will have procrastination tuesday instead this week

Procrastination Monday Tuesday

So most of my morning was in bed because I am so tired, my lil hermit self had fun but my social battery is zapped. On the plus side I do though have inspiration to write tonight!

The drawing is my sketch for the Polaroid which will be in Part 3 of the Holiday series. I'm sure you can guess who it is x

Request Updates

I have alot of requests and i might not be able to do every one but I shall try x as always here are some notes on stuff I'm working on

James Potter x Slytherin reader, enemies to lovers - forced proximity with them working on a extra credit project after arguing so much they messed up the orginal in class assignment

Remus Lupin x reader, hella slow friends to lovers - Reader was dating sirius but when he is taken to Azkaban, Remus and reader find comfort in one another and eventually fall in love

Fred Wealsey x reader, kinda acquaintances to lovers (featuring quietly pinning Freddie)- Reader dated Draco in secret revealing their relationship after the war but when he is 'forced' to get an arranged marriage and accepts it, breaking up with the reader she opens up a shop across from the twins where she and fred fall in love.

I have ones for Remus and wife! reader that has a daughter, Sirius secreting dating reader where they are sneaking about (feat James and Reg doing the same thing), and finally a heavy angst Sirius one

I have smaller drabbles/blurbs for Ginny, Hermoine, Marlene and others xx

If i haven't mentioned one you've sent in don't worry I have a few that are similar, eg i have 4 Sirius x Slytherin reader ones, and i don't want to write them all at once 💛

OH AND MORE WOLFSTAR DADS!

Series Updates

I have been really bad at updating, I am still so excited about these but as you can read below i've been having a couple of setbacks x

The Holiday - Took me a bit to choose which scene I wanted to draw then struggled with the sketch a fair bit...although i did draw a raindow robin which is hella cute

Bookshop Girl - the next few chapters are complex as this is the one which sets up next which will be split into three parts, showing the same day from Remus, Sirius and the readers perpective. So everything has to interlink. I do have it planned out and I will be trying to get it out soon x

(better taking a while and getting it right than rushing it right? 💛)

Possible Part 2's (Will write when i can x)

Welcome to the family ~ it will include Draco at a Weasley christams dinner and wolfstars daughter will be played by one of my OCs (Robyn, so imma be your best friend in this fic x)

Truth or dare ~ perhaps Remus and the reader find comfort in one another and Sirius has to watch

Double date ~ James' best man speech

You ever wonder if birds are afriad to fly? ~ lil angst during the christmas dinner, fun fact the ending orginally was at the dinner where george does something really petty but i scrapped it because i couldn't get the twins argument right since I hadn't written alot back then

Shes a keeper ~ someone catcalling his puff and her going off on them and sirius is like thats my girl

Smart cookie ~ so I got a request in for Remus explaining the story for harry and I love it but a part of me wants to write their whole frickin story...i'll make a seperate post about this to gage if people would read it x

#robynsmondayprocrastination #when really it's a Tuesday #the holiday #bookshopgirl #updates

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 3 years

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Can you do fred Weasley x reader x George Weasley smut ? Choking,spitting and using slut or whore if you are okay with that

mixed with this request: WOW anons are getting way too creative with their requests and i’m loving it i loved your mean!dom fred smut and i was wondering could you do another one for him or george? have a nice day! <3

pairing(s): fred weasley x reader x george weasley

warning(s): 18+, dom/sub dynamics, mean dom!fred, dom!george, sub!reader, degradation, oral (male receiving), spitting, no twincest

a/n: requests are still closed for right now. there will be more of fred and george to come so enjoy!

“Look at how fucking wet you are for it. Such a little slut, gagging for my brother’s cock,” your boyfriend, Fred, said from somewhere behind you.

You whimpered as you continued to take down George’s cock, aroused and humiliated all at once.

It was no coincidence you were sucking on your boyfriend’s twin’s cock instead of his own. You had always been attracted to the both of them, and your attraction to George never fully went away once you started dating Fred. And Fred, ever perceptive, figured out your little crush on his brother and went full steam ahead on creating the perfect night in which they could both use you for their pleasure.

It was just what you wanted, but it didn’t stop the blush rising to your cheeks as you knew your boyfriend was standing behind your naked body, watching just how wet you got as you sucked George’s cock.

“Make her choke on it,” Fred instructed his twin as he rounded the bed, so when you looked up you could see both of them staring down at your naked form.

George easily complied, taking your hair in his hand and forcing his cock down your throat. You gagged at the intrusion, but you couldn’t stop the rising moan from vibrating around his cock.

“Freddie’s right, Y/N. You’re just a little whore for us and we’re gonna use you all night long,” George mused easily as he thrusted in and out of your mouth, the noises coming out of you obscene as he grew closer and closer to his climax.

“Silly little slut wants nothing more than for us to use every single one of her holes. Isn’t that right, Y/N?” Fred asked you, his tone as condescending as ever.

You couldn’t answer him with words, but you hoped the desperate look you shot him conveyed just how much you wanted everything they were going to give you tonight. You gave the same look to George, who cursed once before you felt his cock twitch.

He spilled inside of your mouth with a series of grunts and curses, and just as you were about to swallow him down, Fred spoke. “Hold it.”

You gave him a confused look, but did as he said. Fred made quick work on snatching you by the chin and dragging you up so you were closer to his face before prying your lips open with his fingers. A shiver ran down your spine as he spit inside of your mouth, a malicious look in his eye as he patted your cheek harshly and said, “Swallow us both down like the good little slut you are.”

You looked up at the pair of them, tears brimming in your eyes from the abuse your throat had just been through, and you swallowed audibly. You relished the way they both looked at you with predatory glances and based on the look they shared when you opened your mouth you had done just as Fred commanded, you were in for a long night of being their perfect little whore.

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contentconsumer · 5 years

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I ship you with George, imagine going to an abandoned beach with him and he pushes you in the water and you guys are fully clothed and wrestling around as the waves crash against the shore aw

this is so cute!!! i had to write this!!! thank you so much!

want to ship me?

“i can’t believe you live so close to a beach but never go,” you sighed looking at George, “yeah but the lake by us is usually empty and normally there’s people here.” He responds, “yes but the lake is filthy! look at the sea, so calming and there’s no one here as it’s so late!” you laugh, “calming enough to go for a swim” George questions, “i’d love to honestly George but i only have this to wear and i don’t think your mum would appreciate me coming back to her house soaking wet” you smile and look up at him, “fine have it your way.” George goes to walk off but then turns and throws you over his shoulder and starts to jog towards the ocean, you scream and try to hit his back but it’s no use. soon enough George is knees deep in water. all of a sudden he throws you don’t and you’re submerged, you come up spluttering and try to tread water as George can touch the floor but you can’t. “oh you’re on!” you shout and lunge at him, soon enough you two are wrestling with your clothes sticking to you. soon you begin to shiver and George notices, “come on let’s head home,” he says with his schoolboy smirk.

once you get back to the burrow, George thrusts some of his sweats and his signature G jumper, as well as some fluffy socks you’d left there months ago. He also got showered and changed after you then you two head downstairs where you drink Molly’s hot chocolate and cuddle until you end up falling asleep in each other’s arms.

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themaraudersmistress · 6 years

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The Right Time

Pairings: George Weasley x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Canon violence - it has a pretty fluffy ending though

Word Count: 740

Summary: You anxiously await the return of your boyfriend at the Burrow.

Waiting was not something you were particularly good at. Especially when you were stuck waiting at the Burrow while every person you ever cared about was out there somewhere trying to protect Harry, potentially fighting off a swarm of death eaters.

You’d wanted to go of course, wanted to be out there doing your part but George wouldn’t have any of it. You’d gotten into a huge fight just before he’d left and now you were regretting the words you’d shouted at him as he walked out the door. There was a very real possibility that he wouldn’t come back, that everything you said to each other was the last conversation you were ever going to have. It made your stomach clench painfully.

Neither you, Molly or Ginny had anything to say while you each waited. Molly busied herself washing dishes and making cups of tea, Ginny stared out through the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone.

You wrapped your hands around the warm mug but didn’t actually drink any of it, your stomach rolling with nervousness.

“Are you scared for him?” You looked up as Ginny spoke for the first time in a while. “For George I mean.” You searched her face and saw the same fear in her eyes that you felt, she was just as scared as you were; she had someone special to lose just like you. “I don’t want to lose him Gin,” You whispered.

Before either of you could say anything there was a crack from outside, followed closely by a splash of water. You shot up from where you were sitting and went to the doorway, cautiously staring out into the shadows until Harry and Hagrid appeared. Ginny ran past you to get to Harry, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. “Is no one else back?” Harry asked. “They were right on us from the start Molly,” Hagrid said going into the house. “It was an ambush.”

Your heart sunk, your belly twisting uncomfortably. You just wanted George back safe.

There was another crack and Lupin appeared, holding up one of the Harry look alikes as they bled from the side of the head. He started changing back and all you saw was the mop of unruly red hair, your boyfriend rematerializing before your eyes. You ran forward and supported his other side, trying not to look at the amount of blood seeping from the wound on the side of his head.

Heading into the Burrow you helped Remus lower him down onto the couch, Molly rushing from the kitchen. You were already kneeling beside him, clutching at his hand. Tears bubbled along your waterline, slipping hot down over your cheeks as you rubbed your thumb back and forth along his clammy skin. Molly was next to you, her hand in his hair as she struggled to keep herself calm. George was slipping in and out of consciousness, a few words tumbling from his lips in a muttered jumble. The only thing you could make out was your name and that only made you cry harder.

Other people started turning up, one after another but you didn’t pay any attention until Fred collapsed down next to you, worry etched into every line in his face. George stirred and you squeezed his hand. “How you feeling Georgie?” Fred asked.

It took a couple of second for him to reply. “Holy.” “Come again?” “Holy Fred, get it? I’m holy,” George lifted his hand to point at his missing ear, causing Fred to snort with laughter. “The whole wide world of ear related humor and you go for I’m holy? That’s pathetic.” “Reckon I’m still better looking than you.”

Fred shook his head as George shifted around to look up at you, already nearly slipping away again. He squeezed your hand as best he could, a half smile ghosting over his lips. “I’m - I’m sorry you know.” “Hey, ssh,” You instructed gently, leaning forward to press your lips against his forehead. “You don’t need to be sorry, that’s all in the past okay? I’m just happy you’re home.”

George nodded minutely, closing his eyes once again. “Love you,” He mumbled, only just loud enough for you to hear.

The breath stuck in your throat, your cheeks turning pink as you realized that everyone was still crowded around the two of you. You’d never said the L word to each other before but you supposed there really wasn’t any better time than now. “I love you too George Weasley.”

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violette-hue · 2 years

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Business Man

Summary: You seduce George into fulfilling one of your greatest fantasies—being railed in an office.

Trigger Warning(s): smut, unprotected sex, sex in a public place (slightly?), teasing, seduction, language(?)

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Inspired by that steamy sex scene in the House of Gucci 😊

500 Match-Up Event

Bringing lunch to George had become a regular habit of yours. When you had started dating, George would often times skip his lunch and lose himself in his work. You couldn’t have that, though. You needed your boyfriend to be healthy and energized, not tired and on the verge of malnutrition. You had come up with the amazing idea to bring him homemade lunches. He would eat, and you would get to see him. It was a win-win situation.

You tucked the picnic basket under your arm and wrapped your scarf tighter around your neck. Winter this year was by far the harshest you had ever experienced. Even your thick wool lined coat did nothing to brace against the chilling wind. You thought of murmuring a spell, but as the orange building of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes came into view, the thought seemed in vain. You hurriedly crossed the street, gripping your skirt to your thigh as a strong gust of wind threatened to lift the fabric. You entered the building and immediately relished the warmth surrounding you.

As usual, the shop was teeming with customers. Children of all ages perused the shop and chattered noisily with one another. You smiled to yourself as you ascended the orange steps to George and Fred’s office. You remembered fondly of your time in Hogwarts, though the last few years had been plagued by He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named and a very gruesome battle. You were thankful to be alive, and even more thankful George and Fred had survived.

You heard a cheeky whistle as you entered the spacious office and rolled your eyes. George walked from around his desk and gave you a warm kiss to the cheek.

“You look beautiful,” George said, taking the basket from you. “Absolutely stunning.”

You blushed slightly, though you doubt he noticed with how flushed your face was from the weather. “Thank you,” you responded

You discarded of your coat and placed it on the nearby coat rack. George whistles again, and as you turned around you noticed where his eyes had been.

“Did you wear that skirt for me, love?” George asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.

He leaned against his desk with his arms crossed, his eyes trailing up your body slowly. You couldn’t help but chuckle softly at his antics and twirled slowly.

“It looks wonderful doesn’t it? I recently had it tailored,” you stated, slightly avoiding the question.

The truth is, you had chosen to wear that skirt specifically for this occasion. You had even gotten it tailored, all for this very moment. It was all part of an elaborate ploy to play out one of your biggest fantasies—getting railed by some big shot in his office. Thankfully, that big shot happened to be the owner of this business and your wonderful boyfriend. You had even worn his favorite lingerie set in hopes your fantasy came true.

George nodded. “It looks great on you,” he admitted.

You walked passed George to the other side of his desk, making sure to slightly exaggerate the sway of your hips. You busied yourself with unpacking the lunch at a nearby table, arching your back slightly. You might have been teetering on the verge of desperation, your antics boldly screaming ‘fuck me,’ but you didn’t care. By now, your core was practically throbbing in anticipation for a fantasy that may or may not happen. You passed George again, walking into the small connected break room to look for cups and practically whimpered as George grabbed your ass. You looked back at him with a smile and fought the urge to turn back to him and take him yourself.

George smirked back at you and waited for you to resume your quest for the cups. You could feel his eyes racking your body as you continued on to the break room and came back. He took the cups from your hands and placed them on his desk.

“Fred?” he called out.

Your furrowed your brows, wondering why he was calling for his brother. Realization hit you with butterflies in your abdomen.

“Fred?” you imitated, smiling and walking closer to George.

George waited a beat, the silence pounding in your ears and then pounced at you. His hands found rest on your bottom, squeezing hard and lifting the fabric of your dress. You moaned into the kiss, your fingers flying for his belt buckle. Your fingers fumbled on the buckle and you groaned with frustration. George pulled out his wand and closed the shutters with his magic, then pushed you up against the wall. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist. Your lips attacked his as you sucked and nibbled at the flesh. It was George’s turn to moan, his sweet breath pushing passed you lips. The buckle forgotten, your hands tangled in his hair and tugged softly. Another soft moan from George.

He gripped both of your thighs tightly and moved to lay you on the desk. The cold wood bit into your skin, making you arch your back. George pushed your legs further apart, your skirt hiking up to your waist in the process. He sucked in a sharp breath as your sheer panties were exposed. You watched as he hit his lip and quickly undid the buttons to your shirt.

“My favorite set?” he asked, raising a brow and tracing a finger over the sheet material of the bra.

You nodded, shivering at his touch. A whine pushed pass your lips as he pinched your nipple through the lingerie.

“Did you plan this, love?” he questioned.

You nodded once again and whimpered as he rolled the sensitive bud between his fingers. He dipped his head level to your breasts and captured your other nipple with his teeth. He sucked at you through the fabric, lapping and swirling his tongue in circles.

You threw your head back and moaned softly. You bucked your hips, needing George to cause some friction within your core and let out a frustrated grunt as he just pushed you down with his free hand. You moved your own hand down to your core and slipped it underneath the lace. Your middle finger swirled around your clit softly, collecting your juices as your finger explored.

George pulled away abruptly and gripped your wrist. “No,” he demanded, pulling your hand away.

He pulled your fingers to his lips and sucked off the juices. He maintained eye contact with you as his tongue worked and smirked slightly.

“George,” you breathed, your eyes flickering from his tongue to his eyes. “Don’t tease me.”

The smirk on his face only grew more wicked. “I don’t believe I have any condoms on me,” he stated nonchalantly.

“Fuck me raw—I don’t care—just get your cock inside me,” you pleaded, moving towards his belt buckle.

He removed your hands and pushed you down on the desk. “No foreplay?” he teased.

You watched as George unbuckled his belt slowly, watched as he unbuttoned his pants with the same speed.

“I don’t need it,” you ground out.

George chuckled and pulled his cock from his underwear. “Beg for it.”

You glared at George. “You know I don’t—” A loud moan cut you off as George pushed your panties to the side and rammed himself inside you.

He groaned and moved fast, his balls slapping against you with a slick noise. You had no time to adjust to his size as he thrust into you roughly again and again. Your hips bucked to meet his and you cried out in pleasure. If you weren’t mindful, the people in the shop would hear you, but you didn’t particularly care. The patrons were loud and too busy with their own chatter to hear your cries and pleas of pleasure.

You slid your hand back down to your clit and circled harshly at the bundle. Bliss was creeping up at you, the edges of your vision turning a hot white. Your chest rose and fell with your ragged breaths, your throat growing raw with your pleasurable screams.

George maintained his pace, his groans and moans growing louder. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your hips still bucking your meet his. You screwed your eyes shut as your abdomen tightened, then released. You walls clamped and fluttered around his cock, your orgasm racking through your whole body. George held on to your legs tight as they shook and snapped his hips against yours one more time. He moaned loudly as he came within you, his hips flush against yours. You remained in the same positions breathing hard and trying to regain composure.

You smiles lazily up at George. “I should wear this skirt more often,” You said breathlessly.

George chuckled and pulled out of you. He tightened his boxers and buckled his pants as he looked over you.

“If you wanted a proper fucking, all you had to do was ask,” George said playfully.

You rolled off the desk and fixed your own clothes. “What’s the fun in that?” you asked, sliding your soaked underwear to its appropriate spot.

By now both of your clothes were back to normal, save for your soaked underwear. You would have to go home and change them. In fact, the both of you would have to go home to shower and change.

George pulled you close to him, an arm draping around your waist lazily. He gave you a sweet kiss and rest his forehead against yours.

The door to the office opened abruptly, his twin walking in the room. You looked over at Fred and smiled your greeting.

“Hello, Y/N,” Fred greeted. “Did you bring some extra—Why is my desk a mess?”

You snorted and laughed along with George. Fred’s face blanched and his nose scrunched up.

“You both are sick.

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cloudybarnes · 3 years

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can you do 22 from the fluff prompt list with draco please?? :))

thank you for the request! i'm excited to get this night started hehe

prompt list for my unexpected drabble night :)

Summary: "You made me a better person. Thank you."

Pairing: draco malfoy x reader

Word Count: 700

Warnings: none!

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"I can't believe you've got me picking flowers right now," Draco chuckled.

You had pulled him out of the school on a bright, Saturday morning. The air was warm with a nice breeze, and Draco was in a very pleasant mood that morning.

You giggled from your place in the grass as Draco knelt down next to you and started to pick vibrant-colored flowers.

"It's a very calming activity, perfect for a morning like this, Dray." You smiled as you plucked some of your own.

"Is there a reason we're picking flowers when we could be cuddled up in bed right now?"

Draco sat right next to you and leaned his chin on your shoulder to press a soft kiss behind your ear.

You giggled when his lips tickled your neck.

You leaned back a bit so you could look at him properly. His features were soft; he looked angelic, and free of burden.

You leaned up and placed your kiss on his forehead. You grinned when a soft smile grew on your boyfriend's face. "I just wanted to make a new flower crown. The one I made before wilted, so I thought today would be a nice day to make one."

Draco smiled, his eyes shining as he stared at you. "You're so precious, Y/n."

You chuckled and shook your head. "Come on, darling, get back to collecting flowers, will you?"

"Yes, ma'am." He teased as he picked out only the prettiest flowers for the prettiest girl.

While doing so, Draco began to think about his life up until this moment. He'd never been happier than he was just then. He felt so pure and blissful just sitting in the grass with the girl he loved collecting flowers for her. It was something Draco never thought he would do. It was never something he thought he would like to do.

"I love you, Y/n."

You lifted your head from your pile of flowers to look at your boyfriend, an adoring smile etched on his face.

"I love you too, Dray, thank you for coming out here with me."

"I mean I really love you." Draco clarified as he reached up and brushed a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "I wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for you."

You smiled, "picking flowers you mean?"

Draco lightly chuckled and shook his head. He cupped your face in his hand, and softly traced your cheek with his thumb. "I mean you make me a better person.

I wouldn't do half the things I do now if it wasn't for you. I wouldn't have made genuine friendships if you didn't teach me to let people in. I would have still be the guy I was in third year if you didn't show me kindness, and I would have never opened myself up to something as beautiful as love if you weren't there for me. I guess I just want to say thank you."

Your lips slightly parted as you listened to Draco's speech, so enamored by what he was confessing. Your lips finally curved up into a soft smile as you dragged your hand up to cup his face.

"Darling, you did all of that on your own." You clarified, "All I did was stand by you as you made those changes yourself."

Draco chuckled and pulled you down to him as he fell backwards onto the soft grass.

You squealed as you hovered over your boyfriend, his fingers slotted around your waist, yours on either side of his head.

"You make me feel loved, darling, and I can't possibly thank you enough for showing me how wonderful that feels." Draco slowly pulled you closer to him. You followed his lead, and locked your lips with his.

Kissing Draco, no matter how many times you do, never fails to give you butterflies. Something about the blonde boy enthralled you from the beginning, and you would be forever grateful to get his love in return.

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carnationworld-writings · 3 years

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Of the glory of life (George Weasley x reader; Sirius Black x platonic!reader)

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Parings: George Weasley x reader, Sirius Black x reader (platonic), I tried to made it gender neutral. I hope it worked!

Universe: Harry Potter

Word Count: 1185

Warnings: kissing, mention about war (literally one sentence), mention about plans for a future (in this menion about marriage, kids ect.)

If I forgot about anything feel free to write to me. Your wellbeing is important to me!

Summary: When Sirius caught them making out, he realized how much he lost.

Y/N quietly laughed into George's mouth when his fingers tickled their sides. Their hands were around his neck, trying to bring him closer to them. It was the summer before their last year in Hogwart, and all of them were spending them in Order of the Phoenix headquarters, which was Y/N father's family home. Y/N and George already made so many plans for their future. They wanted to have as much fun as they could in school. They wanted dates in Hogsmeade and celebrated the Quidditch cup they were gonna win this year. After graduation, they wanted to move together in a small flat at Diagon Alley with Fred, where all of them could work at Weasley's joke shop. Y/N knew that Molly and Sirius slightly dislike that idea. They also knew that their father was supporting them after a long conversation about it. Everybody felt the coming war, but they tried not to think about it. They wanted to live here and now. And with all the Weasley family showed at Grimmauld Place 12, they could spend all the time they wanted. It was common to find Y/N with George and Fred, planning something to shop or just joking. Often, they were just close to each other, holding hands or sitting next to another person. And right now, they somehow snuck out to make out in a not entirely cleaned room. Y/N felt George's hands gently squeezing at their waist, holding them close to him. Their fingers were slowly massaging skin at his neck and tangled up in his red hair. They broke the kiss and looked into each other's eyes. They both smiled, and Y/N moved their hand to delicately caress his cheek. George nearly immediately leaned into their touch.

"I love you, Y/N." Their warm smile grew broader, and they needed to bite their lower lip to stop it before they started grinning like a lovesick idiot.

"And I love you, George Weasley."

With a smirk, Weasley boy leaned again to connect their lips in a soft kiss. They both didn't hear the sound of the opened door, and they realized that they weren't alone anymore when the person who came there cleaned a throat. Y/N looked upon George's shoulder, and their eyes opened wild when they saw their father, Sirius Black. Quickly they tapped George's arm to make him stop.

"Weasley, could you take hands off of my child before your mother catches you here?" Redhead nearly jumped off his lover, and his cheeks turned a little more red with embarrassment. Y/N smoothed their shirt, looking down and biting their lip to not burst into laughter. "Your mother was looking for you. You should check it."

"Of course, Sirius... Sir." Even more embarrassed, he tried not to look in the eyes of his hopefully future father-in-law when he passed him in the doorway. When the Blacks stayed alone in the room, Sirius closed the door, and Y/N looked at him with a small smile, feeling the heat coming to their cheeks. Sirius looked around and sat on an old bed, not minding all the dust that rose in the air. His shoulders fell a little, and his child quickly came closer to him with a frown on the face.

"Dad? We didn't do anything other than kissing..."

"It's not about it, sweetheart." He looked up at his child and softly patted the bed, letting them know to sit next to him. They took place next to him with a soft smile and snuggled into his side.

"Something happened?"

"No, it's just... I realized that you are no longer my little baby. I disappeared when you were only two when you needed me and loved to do things with your papa. And now you are all grown up, with a boyfriend and plans for the future. And I think that I'm a little afraid that these plans won't include me in any way."

"Dad, my plans always include you. 12 years is very long, and we already lost so much time, so no matter what happens next, I want you in my life. We will fight together to clean your name of all these terrible charges. You will visit us in the shop and maybe suggest what we should do more. We will travel across the country and the whole world. And maybe one day you will give me away in front of the altar, but we still will have dinners together and our days."

"And then you will give me grandchildren who I will spoil terribly. "he chuckled and placed a soft kiss on the side of their head. "But not too soon. I"m still trying to deal with the fact that you have a boyfriend, and I just saw him putting his tongue into your throat."

"Dad!" They patted his arm gently and started laughing. "You already scared him, you know? And he really is a good guy."

"Is he?" Sirius couldn't help but said it with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He knew all the Weasleys, and he knew that Molly and Arthur did a good job raising them. They even took Harry and Y/N under their wings, showing them nothing but love and kindness. He knew that George and Fred took care of his baby in Hogwart after he escaped Azkaban. They were there when people started to treat Y/N like they had dragon pox or some different infectious disease. George was there to support and protect them. He was their shoulder to cry on. All of this didn't change that Sirius still was protective of his child. They were his own blood and flesh, his only family. And in his eyes, nobody was good enough for them.

"I think he is. And please, go easy on him. He's really trying, and I really care about him.

"I can try." He kissed their forehead and smiled. "But if he ever hurt you, I won't be so merciful."

"If he ever hurt me, you will need to wait until I finish with him. After all, I'm your child, and I know how to take care of myself."

Laughing, they went to the kitchen, where Y/N immediately went to help Molly with dinner. In a good mood, Sirius watched them, looking at George from time to time. He saw all the glances they exchanged. The older man saw George's smile when he looked at them like a lovesick puppy. He noticed all the soft touches. And by the sight of his eyes, Sirius knew that the Weasley boy really loves them and that they were safe with him. For sure, in their life, there will be a lot of disagreements and arguments. But he knew that they were meant for each other. And right now, he only hoped for two things. He wished that Y/N mothers could be here with them and see all of this. And he hoped to have enough time to watch their love in their long lives.

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ickle-ronniekins · 4 years

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tangled up

request: from nonnie! “love those sharing a bed tropes... not saying you should do it but you should definitely do it”

pairing: fred x fem!gryffindor!reader

word count: 2.3k

A/N: ummmmmm love this request, i'm in suuuucch a fred mood lately

warning(s): brief mention of war, ~implied sexual content~ i suppose

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The cool October air had a bit of a bite to it -- it seemed as though Bill and Fleur’s wedding was ages ago. You wrapped a blanket around your shoulders to reduce the chill in your bones.

Suddenly two redheaded figures appeared with a pop! onto the field outside of your home. By what you could see, they’d apparated just before the line of protective enchantments -- a type of advanced magic only a very intelligent wizard could do.

“Bloody hell -- you’re a life saver, you know that?” George exclaimed as he finally reached you, wrapping you in a warm embrace. “I couldn’t be there for one more moment.”

Fred rolled his eyes and explained, “He means at Auntie Muriel’s. Being a bit overdramatic, are we, George?”

The elder twin shot his younger brother a look of amusement as George dropped his bag onto the floor and ran a hand through his hair. “Overdramatic? Tell me, Fred, would you like to go back?”

Fred then draped an arm across your shoulder and peered at his brother. “And reject our best mate’s offer to spend time at her lovely home? That would be so rude.” George swore he saw his twin shudder a bit, no doubt at the thought of returning to their Auntie Muriel’s to endure more yelling and criticism. George shot him a very sardonic look, and laughed lightly.

“Glad you two decided to come -- it’ll be nice having someone else in the house. I haven’t had a proper night’s sleep in months,” you waved your wand to pull three teacups from the kitchen cupboard and started the kettle. You felt a sense of ease at having your two closest friends here. “Should be alright out here, at least for a while.”

Fred glimpsed around your tiny little house. It was small, but exceptionally tidy with a very cozy feeling to it. It looked much different than the Burrow, but still emanated that feeling of home. “Lovely place you’ve got.”

“Thanks, Freddie,” you replied, handing him a steaming cup of tea. He gingerly took it out of your hands. “Just one problem.”

The twins chorused together, “What?”

“I’ve only got one extra bed.”

If the room hadn’t gone so eerily still at your comment, you never would have noticed the small jab to the hip George gave his twin. Fred grunted a bit and stifled a cough. “Oh, no worry -- George already said he’ll take the floor.”

Fred earned himself an eye roll and another jab.

You waved them both off and blew on your tea. “Don’t be silly! I’ll take the floor. You two’ve just got to battle it out for who gets the bigger bed.”

As if on queue, George immediately hoisted his bag back over his shoulder. He began walking away and pointed toward your very tiny spare bedroom off of the kitchen. “This one here, yeah? Thanks again, Y/N, really appreciate you letting us escape the wrath of our aunt -- I’m absolutely knackered, hope you two don’t mind if I turn in!” and with a quick wave to you and Fred, George closed the door and you both almost immediately heard very loud snoring. You and Fred exchanged a laugh.

You made sure everything was in order for Fred before leading him to your room. But you noticed he hadn’t brought his stuff with him -- you saw his belongings near your front door. With a wave of your wand, you brought it forward.

“I’m really okay to sleep on the couch,” he told you, pointing back toward the front.

“I’m not going to have you sleep on the couch,” you replied, shaking your head. “Besides -- you’re not staying out there. I might be a bit dramatic, but the couch is too close to the windows and the front door, and though I’ve been safe here for a while..” you voice trailed off a bit, and you swallowed down the nerves bubbling up inside of you. “Just -- we never know where the Death Eaters are. You take the bed, I’ll take the couch.”

You patted Fred’s shoulder, ready to head back out to your front room, when he took your wrist in his hand and whirled you back around to face him. “If I’m not allowed to take the couch, neither are you.”

You crossed your arms and swallowed. “Fine,” you replied with a grin. “Have got tons of extra pillows and a massive blanket here somewhere -- let me go and fetch it. Go on then, make yourself comfortable.”

“Merlin, you are being thick today,” Fred chuckled, and you noticed traces of the young boy you grew to love. He caressed small circles on the back of your hand. “Would you just sleep in your own bed?”

“But --” your breath caught in your throat. You glanced at your own bed, easily big enough for two, maybe even three, and went against your better judgement before you could overthink it. “Just share with me, then. Nobody takes the floor.”

A hint of nervousness flashed across his features before twisting into a cheeky grin. You continued on when he stayed silent, “What’s the matter, Freddie? You’ve been my best mate for the better half of the last twenty years. I mean, I’ve seen you in your bunny slippers, for Merlin’s sake --” Fred flinched uncomfortably at the memory of you catching him, late one evening in Gryffindor tower, in bunny slippers his mum had knitted for him as a child. You had never let him forget it.

His grin deepened alongside the crimson red colour of his cheeks. “Listen, woman, they are soft and keep me nice and toasty, alright?”

“Whatever you say,” you replied before sliding yourself underneath your warm blanket. You patted the other side of the bed in an accidental sensual way and realized how that must’ve come across. You quickly cleared your throat and turned off the light before you could see his reaction. “Erm -- there are extra pillows on the couch if you need.”

You felt his body slide in next to yours, and you could still make out some of his facial features from the faint light of the lightning strikes outside. He was definitely still grinning. “I’m fine, really.”

You figured out quite quickly that neither of you were able to sleep, especially because it was only eleven p.m. and because of the wild wind and rain that were howling outside of your window. The words were spilling out of you before you could help it. “Fred?”

He turned on his side to face you. “Yeah?”

You were laying on your back, looking up at your ceiling in the darkness. “Are you afraid?”

When he didn’t answer right away, you turned your head to face him too. Each time the lightning struck it was bright and vibrant, and highlighted his features in a more intimate way than ever before. He threaded his brows together and took a deep breath. “Yeah, I am.”

It was weirdly comforting hearing him say that he was afraid. The man who didn’t have a serious bone in his body was actually scared. It was strange and unnerving and brought a sense of solace to you all at once.

You sucked in a breath, worried that your normal evening anxiety would show solely through the look in your eyes. You turned away to glance toward the ceiling again when you felt Fred brush his fingers gently against yours under the covers. Your breath hitched at the contact.

“I think it’ll be okay though.”

“How can you be sure?”

“I suppose I can’t..” it was so weird, hearing him speak like this. He shifted again. “I just think.. we’re more prepared than before. Think there’s more of us this time. Besides, we’ve done our studying, and we’re all brilliant wizards.”

A smile tugged at the edges of your mouth. “You are kind of brilliant.”

“Wow,” he breathed, and it was almost a whisper. You noticed the way the edges of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. “Can I get that in writing?”

“Care to return the compliment first?”

“Hang on,” he replied, placing his hands behind his head in a bit of a relaxed state. “I need to bask in this for a moment.”

“Oh shove off, you git!”

You playfully swatted him before he retaliated. Soon enough you were both sitting upright, thwacking one another with pillows and laughing into the darkness of the night. Fred fell to the floor with a dull thump, and you stifled lots of giggles and shushed him as he slid back into bed next to you. “You’re going to wake up George!”

You weren’t sure how long the two of you were swatting at one another. It could’ve been hours, or perhaps days. But then the storm grew more fierce, and you found yourself scooting closer to him in bed. Fred always had a way of making you forget about everything going on around you. It was always surprising to you how you’d be able to drown out the rest of the world, as long as you listened to him talk, or as long as you watched him work on his inventions with gentle hands. Even in lessons, back in school, when he’d teasingly wink at you from across the classroom, you were pretty much rendered completely useless for the rest of the day. When it was just you and him, the rest of the world might as well not even exist.

He must’ve noticed how you zoned out, because he asked, “What’s on your mind?”

You turned on your side to face him fully this time. “Just reminiscing.”

“Yeah? About what?”

“Remember when we bumped into one another in the corridors during our fourth year -- I was sneaking sweets up from the kitchens, and you were attempting to sneak into one of the classrooms to finish working on inventions?” You smiled at the memory. “And then Filch was roaming around, and we nearly got caught?”

Fred laughed. You were happy that he remembered. “Never sprinted back to the common room so quickly in my life. That ruddy cat of his was clawing at my ankles.”

“Between the fact that I’d hardly gotten any sleep that night and the adrenaline rush, I was bloody exhausted.”

Fred snorted. “Yeah, you fell asleep in the armchair next to the fire almost immediately when we returned and began to snore rather loudly, if my memory serves me correct.”

You grinned, not skipping a beat. “Yeah, my snoring is almost as embarrassing as those slippers of yours.”

You expected him to groan and throw another pillow in your direction, but instead he just deepened his smile and reached out and placed his hand next to yours on the edge of his pillow, your fingers almost touching. “I dunno -- I thought it was cute.”

You really hoped the steady drumbeat sound of your heart was drowned out by the sounds of the thunder outside. You weren’t so sure though. “Yeah?”

He wet his lips and nodded. “I remember having to wake you up because it was nearly four a.m. -- fire had died out and you looked so uncomfortable in that armchair -- I just wanted to carry you upstairs. Except..” Yeah, jinxes by the professors at each respective staircase. Boys weren’t allowed in the girls dorms, and vice versa. You knew exactly what he was getting at.

You felt a swift surge of confidence overtake you, so you gently moved your fingers a few centimeters before you slowly intertwined them with his. He didn’t flinch. Your voice was softer than you expected. “What else do you remember about that night?”

It was an opening -- you didn’t want to be so blatantly obvious about it, but Fred could always read you like a book. You hoped he still could, after all these years. Luckily for the both of you, nothing had changed. He took the opening. “I remember wanting to kiss you.”

You bit your lip, hoping to suppress the nerves that were bubbling up inside of you like fizzy champagne.

Fred laughed cheekily. “Never got a chance, though.”

Before you could think more on it, you nudged his leg with your toes and scooted closer to him. You could see the steady rise and fall of his chest, you were so close. “Then kiss me now.”

His mouth parted slightly in surprise, but nevertheless he inched forward and caught your lips with his. They were soft -- softer than you ever could have imagined, and so was the kiss itself. He tasted faintly of mint, and and you found yourself breathing in deeper when he trailed one solitary finger across your jawline and down your neck. The feel of him against you warmed up your entire body in a way that the common room fire never could.

He sighed against your lips before reluctantly pulling away. “Mmm we should’ve been doing this the entire time,”

You laughed softly and brought your fingers to your lips, hoping to still feel that electricity. “Yeah, we probably should have.”

All thoughts of the war seemed to subside as he leant in to kiss you again. Somehow, being with him, your limbs entangled together -- it was enough to make you forget about the war on the horizon, everything that was about to happen. As far as you were concerned, as long as Fred was beside you, tangled in the covers of your bed, everything would be alright.

He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes. His voice was rough and sensual and soft all at the same time as he wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Thanks for inviting me to sleep in your bed.”

You grinned and raked your bottom lip through your teeth. “Yeah, well, like you said -- we should’ve been doing this the entire time. Figured I’d get a jump start on what we’ve missed.”

He laughed and wrapped his arms tightly around your hips. Goosebumps sprouted on your skin as he lazily trailed his fingers up and down your spine and told you, “Knew you were my favorite for a reason.”

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 3 years

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Ok but can u also do this but with ron + the twins, I love ur smuts !!!!!!!

pairing: reader x ron weasley x fred weasley x george weasley

warning(s): 18+, unprotected sex, foursome, double penetration, oral (female and male receiving), face fucking, fingering

word count: 4.2k

a/n: soooo this is the longest thing i’ve ever written on this account but if anyone deserves it its the damn weasleys. i tried to make this as non sweet home alabama as possible and that’s probably why it’s so long. anyways, enjoy this ungodly amount of smut while i decompress.

You had been spending a majority of your summer at The Burrow, where you boyfriend Ron lived. You spent day in and day out with him, practically on top of one another whenever you could be, but that didn’t stop you from spending time with his family. His mother was incredible, albeit a little scary at times, his father was charming, and Ginny was becoming a fast friend. But you couldn’t help the particular draw you felt towards the twins, Fred and George.

You couldn't deny they were attractive, the genes were strong in the Weasley family. And you often did a poor job at hiding your attraction.

You didn’t think any of them had noticed your subtle glances or blushes. Little did you know, all three of them had noticed over the few weeks you had been there. They were just waiting you out.

~~~

Tonight you were all cozied around the fire pit, drinking some firewhiskey, taking advantage of the fact that Molly and Arthur had gone to visit Ron’s oldest brother Bill and his wife, Fluer, for the weekend. You weren’t drunk by any means, but you were certainly feeling good.

You were cuddled up to Ron’s side, his arm slung around your shoulders, a knitted blanket draped over your laps. You were so wrapped up in your boyfriend that you had barely noticed that Fred had taken the spot on your other side until his leg brushed against yours, making you still.

“Do you need another drink, sweetheart?” Fred asked when you finally looked his way, his face far too close to yours in the situation to be normal.

You blushed at his proximity, but nodded. “Um, yes, thank you,” you added bashfully.

Fred dashed a charming smile at you and placed a soft kiss to your cheek before dashing off to get you another glass of whiskey, your blush only intensifying when you felt his lips on your skin. You prayed no one could see it through the light of the fire.

Ron tugged you back into his side and dropped his lips to your ear. “Whatever you think you’re doing, stop,” he said lowly, clearly not pleased by the situation.

“He kissed me,” you argued softly, your head turning to press a kiss against his neck. He pulled back and shot a look down at you, his brow raised. A look you couldn’t exactly argue with. You got caught and you knew it.

You stayed quiet, trying to keep your eyes anywhere except the two men that currently had your stomach in knots. But that effort was broken when Fred made his way back over to you, plopping down beside you. He passed you your new drink and you thanked him for it, sitting up straight to take a sip.

You were caught off guard when you were pulled into his body and away from Ron, Fred’s strong arm now wrapped around your shoulders.

“Have you been enjoying your summer here so far?” He asked quietly, making sure only you could hear him.

Your eyes flitted cautiously over the group around the fire, making sure no one was noticing the strange behavior. You paused when you met George’s eyes, his own trained on the interaction between you and Fred, but you tried your best to ignore it.

“Um, yes. You’ve all been quite lovely. I like it here,” you told him genuinely. You had been enjoying your summer despite tonights most recent turn of events.

“Mm, good,” Fred mused, shooting another smile down at you. You couldn’t help but notice the little mischievous glint in his eyes that he got every time he was thinking something that was likely to either end brilliantly or disastourly. “I saw we play a little game. Are you in?” He asked.

You swallowed nervously, knowing this could end very poorly. “And what is this game?” You questioned.

“Let’s see how jealous we can get Ron,” he whispered, the smile never leaving his face.

“I- I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you argued, knowing fully well Ron had already told you to stop… doing whatever you were doing.

“Oh, c’mon Y/N. Live a little. Anyhow, you already know how this is going to end,” he told you.

“And how will this end?” You asked, raising your eyebrow at him.

He moved closer to you, so close you could feel his breath on your face. Your whole body was hot and the blush was creeping back onto your face and you knew he could see it.

“Judging by the noises I hear coming from his room almost every night, he’ll fuck you stupid. And I get to hear those pretty noises again,” he told you shamelessly, pulling you into him closer.

You shot a nervous glance at Ron, only to find that he was already looking at you over the rim of his own cup, fire in his eyes. He raised a brow at you and you could see the way the corners of his lips were tugging up into a smirk, practically daring you to continue on. As if he knew exactly what you and Fred were talking about.

“By the looks of it, he doesn’t seem to mind,” Fred added from behind you, making you whip your head around back to him.

“Of course he’d mind. You’re his brother,” you argued incredulously, still not believing this conversation was even truly happening.

“You think he doesn’t see the way you look at me and Georgie? You look at us like you want us to devour you,” he told you.

You snuck a glance at George only to find that he was still looking at you. You could feel Ron’s eyes still on the back of your head. You gulped nervously, your brain short circuiting for a half a second. Did they… did they plan this?

“I - I haven’t been -,” you went to argue, but Fred cut you off.

“Don’t play coy with me. Maybe if you beg him nicely like I hear you do so well, he might let us join you tonight,” Fred teased, causing your core to pulse and drip with arousal at the thought.

You could only stare back at him, his breath fanning your face as you took in his words. He knew he planted a seed in you that wouldn’t go away until it was satisfied. The smug look on his face only proved it. You didn’t get the chance to reply before you could hear Ron getting up from his place on the bench.

“Bunny, come with me,” he said innocently enough to the ears of everyone else in the group, but you could hear the edge in his voice.

You detangled yourself from Fred and rose up from your spot, taking Ron’s hand as he silently led you back into the house. Once you had passed through the threshold into the kitchen and away from the eyes of everyone else, he spun around to face you.

“And what was all that about?” He asked, stepping right into your space so you had no other choice but to look up at him.

“N-nothing. We were just having a chat,” you stuttered out, trying to not seem intimidated.

“Wasn’t what it looked like to me. Spill it,” he said roughly, continuing to back you up until your back hit the counter, leaving you nowhere to go when his hands were placed on either side of your body.

“Promise you won’t get mad,” you half heartedly requested.

“Just tell me.”

“He- he said, um, he said that we should try to make you jealous,” you told him. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it was only a half truth at best.

“That’s not what has you blushing like a virgin though, is it? What did he say to you?” He pressed, the fire in his eyes growing larger by the second.

You swallowed and took a deep breath before you even opened your mouth, knowing this could only go one of two ways. He’d either blow up entirely, or you’d have a night you’d never forget. “He said that if I begged you you’d let him and George join us,” you said quickly, all in one breath.

You shut your eyes, waiting for his response. But when a chuckle fell from his lips your eyes shot back open in shock.

“Is that what you want, bunny? Do you want them to join us?” He asked, his eyes now more playful than they had been just seconds prior.

“Are you serious?” You asked after a moment, you head spinning that he was just offering this to you on a silver platter. You expected yelling, anger, the whole fit. You didn’t expect a cheeky smirk and twinkling eyes.

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

“They’re your brothers,” you argued. Why you were even arguing this, you weren’t sure. You wanted this and he knew it and they knew it. You just couldn’t understand why he was letting it happen.

“It’s not like I’ll be fucking them,” he said with a laugh. “So, tell me what you want.”

“If it’s okay with you…,” you started, trailing off. You looked up at him nervously, hoping your eyes conveyed enough of a plea that he would continue agreeing with you.

“So beg,” he said, his voice dropping low as he continued to stare down at you.

“I’ll be good, I promise. Just this once. I just - I - please,” you said, launching right into it but quickly running out of words as you watched the smirk grow on his face.

“Go to my room. Strip. I’ll be up in a minute,” he told you, placing a kiss on your forehead before heading back outside. You watched his figure walk away for a moment, letting your mind race until you booked it up the stairs not wanting to wait any longer for the night to truly begin.

~~~

You were waiting in your position on the bed for what felt like hours, but you knew it had only been a few minutes before you heard multiple sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. You moved to cover your chest when you heard the doorknob turn, unsure if you should be exposed or not right away.

Ron came in first but left the door open just enough so your guests could hear. “Last chance, bun. Do you want this?” He asked, slowly coming over to rest his hands on the bed, leaning over slightly so his tall form was eye level with you.

You knew it wasn’t your last chance to say no, but it was your last chance before the twins waltzed in.

You took a shaky breath and nodded your head, saying “Yes,” loud enough so Fred and George could hear.

The door was opening once more, the twins walking through, both pairs of eyes immediately on you. When the door shut, you stared up at them, unsure what to do or say, but their matching smirk told you they already had plans.

Ron walked around the bed until he crawled on to it behind you, his legs bracketing your hips as you knelt between his spread thighs.

“Let them see you,” he coaxed gently, hands coming around you to grip your forearms.

He only put a light pressure on your skin, letting you move on your own as you exposed your chest to them. They took you in with hungry eyes but they didn’t move from where they both stood before you, waiting.

“All of you,” Ron spoke again, his hands trailing down to your thighs, gently prying them apart.

You leaned back and hid your face in his neck as he repositioned you, unable to look the two men in the eyes as your entire body got exposed to them. You knew you were a dripping mess over the situation and the embarrassment of it being so obvious made you squirm.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re more perfect than I imaged,” you heard George say, the bed dipping down infront of you.

Your eyes snapped to him, watching him as he looked down at your glistening sex. His eyes were hungry when they met yours, desperate. Probably the exact mirror of your own.

“Can I touch you?” George asked, his fingers twitching against the sheets, waiting.

“Please,” you begged, wanting nothing more than for one of them to do anything right now.

George wasted no time in bringing his fingers directly to your cunt, trailing one long finger through your slit while his thumb trailed soft circles onto your clit. You couldn’t hold back the moan that fell from your lips when he pushed his finger in, immediately searching for you g-spot.

As if your noises were a cue for Fred, the bed dipped on your other side and without a word, he was kissing down your chest. Soon enough, he was attacking your nipples when George was working your from the inside out. Your back was arching and your hips were moving at their own volition, unable to stop yourself under their ministrations.

“Does that feel good?” George asked you softly, placing kisses on your shoulder.

When you only nodded, Ron grabbed your chin and forced you to look directly at George. “I won’t remind you again, bunny. Use yours words,” he said sweetly, but you knew there was danger laced in his words. You knew better than anyone else what he could do to you if he reminded you one more time.

“Yes. Feels so good. Please don’t stop,” you told George, already breathless from the three men surrounding you.

You felt Fred chuckle against your skin and you knew the smirk George was wearing was only mimicked by Ron’s behind you. They knew exactly what they were doing to you.

You couldn’t stop the whine that left you when George removed his hand, but your eyes lit up when you saw him go to kneel at the edge of the bed. He pulled up his to the edge, draped your legs over his shoulder, and started trailing kitten licks all along your slit until his tongue was swirling around your clit.

You held fell back against Ron’s shoulder, a moan falling from your lips as Fred moved to your other side to attack your opposite nipple.

“Having fun?” Ron asked, beaming down at you.

You nodded breathlessly, your eyes rolling back in your head with a flushed smile on your face. “Want you too,” you told him.

“Of course you do, my greedy girl,” Ron mused, his finger coming to tilt your lips back and locking your lips in a kiss.

Your body was overwhelmed with just their lips. You weren’t sure how you would handle it when their pants came off.

Your hips were grinding down onto George’s face without you sparing it a second thought and you kept pushing your chest into Fred’s lips, your entire body grinding back on Ron’s body.

“She tastes like fucking heaven,” George said, finally coming up for a breath. His entire chin was soaked in his own saliva and your juices and his eyes were blown with lust.

Ron made a noise of agreement that was swallowed up by your lips, but you were ripped away from your boyfriend by George’s grip on your neck. He pulled you into a kiss with him, tasting yourself on his tongue, as Fred trailed kisses down your body until he was getting a taste of you for himself.

Fred quickly brought you your orgasm, his tongue so deep inside of you that your toes were curling. Your hands had a monster grip on Ron’s thighs and every noise you made got swallowed by George, his lips hot on yours.

You finally relaxed your body against Ron’s, his chest being the perfect place to settle against, as your body calmed down.

“Think you can handle all three of us?” Fred asked cheekily, looking up at you from his place on the floor.

You gave a shaky nod, but in your head you were unsure how this would even work. You never thought you’t get this far to even have considered it.

That line of thought was abruptly cut off when Ron grabbed your hair and yanked back so you were looking up at him again. “What did I say about using your words?” He asked darkly.

“Yes, I want to. I can,” you got out breathlessly, still basking in the sting of your scalp.

“Good,” Ron said, now satiated with your words. “Get on your hands and knees for us, bunny.”

He gave you one last searing kiss before releasing you, letting you adjust your own shaky limbs on the bed until you were in the position he instructed you to be in. As you did that, the boys began stripping themselves of their clothes, Fred and George both strategically in your line of sight depending on which way you turned your head.

You watched as they both ripped their shirts over their heads, a sight you were accustomed to thanks to many sweaty afternoons in the yard playing Quidditch. But you didn’t know where to look as they peeled down their jeans and briefs, relieving both of their impressive lengths. They were both around the same length, but Ron was thicker than both of them. No matter what, you knew you’d be sore in the morning.

“This is how it’s gonna work, bunny,” Ron said, finally rounding the bed so he could see you. “I’m gonna fuck this pretty little cunt,” he told you, adding emphasis of his possession when he bent over and easily hooked two fingers inside of you, pressing directly on your g-spot. You jumped at the abrupt action, but you never broke your eye contact with him.

“Fred’s going to fuck that tight ass,” he continued, and you watched as Fred rounded the bed until he was behind you.

“And George is gonna fuck that cute face,” Ron finished, George coming up on the other side of you to grip your face to force you to look at him.

“Does that sound good, sweetheart?” George asked, looking down at you fondly.

“Yes, fuck. Please,” you said, your hips beginning to move against nothing now that Ron had removed his fingers, searching for any ounce of friction you can get.

They moved in almost perfect sync. Ron maneuvered his way underneath you swiftly, George pulled your head off to the side so your mouth was lined up with the tip of his cock, and you could feel Fred’s lube covered fingers breach the entrance of your tightest hole all at once. You were overwhelmed in the best way, unsure what to do with yourself but totally just along for whatever ride they were about to bring you on.

When Ron fucked up into you roughly, George immediately pushed your head down to feel the full effects of your moan of his cock, causing a shiver to run through his body. They were practically fucking your mouth and core in tandem, one pulling out while the other brutally thrust in.

You felt as if you were splitting open for them already, but when Fred’s cock finally lined up with your entrance and began pushing in, you practically saw stars.

George let you pull away from him for a moment so you could breath through the new pressure inside of you, your head now buried in Ron’s neck as you panted and moaned. Ron had slowed down his thrusts to match with Fred, balancing you on the precipice of pain and pleasure.

“You’re doing so fucking good for us, Y/N. Just give it a minute and it’ll feel so good. You’re gonna be so pretty when you cum for us,” Ron mused quietly in your ear, knowing that you’d latch on to his voice to get you through the intensity.

Finally, your hips starting moving against theirs, a silent signal you were ready for them to fuck you, all three of them truly went wild with you body.

George dragged your face back over to him, letting you do your own thing but keeping a steady hand in your hair in case you tried to pull away. Ron and Fred were fucking into you in perfect sync, pulling out and fucking into you at the same time.

It was so intense you were shaking, only being held up by three strong pairs of hands at this point. But you couldn’t hide how good it was making you feel. Even as deep as George’s cock was down your throat, it was barely muffling the screams of pleasure you were giving them. You just hoped someone remembered to cast a silencing charm.

You could hear them talking around you, a mix of praises directed at you and words shared between themselves. “Fuck, you feel so good” and “Just like that” mixed with “She feels like fucking heaven” and “Her mouth is a dream”. You could barely hear them over the blood pumping through you, but you knew you’d remember it later with a blush and a smile.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum. Swallow it all for me,” George told you, bruising your hair out of your sweaty face. You felt the unmistakable twitch of his cock just before he spilled his cum inside of your mouth and fucked it down your throat, giving you no choice but to follow his request. He came with one of the prettiest noises you had ever heard, and you knew you’d want to hear it again someday if you were lucky enough.

You pulled away from George panting, finally able to have a minute to catch your breath as Fred and Ron continued to pound furiously into you, your body jolting with every deliberate thrust.

“Ron, please I’m so close,” you begged, for what you weren’t entirely sure, but you knew he’d know what to do. All you could focus on was how close you were, how tightly you were gripping both of your cocks, and trying your best to balance on shaky arms so you didn’t collapse.

Without missing a beat, Ron turned his head to George. “Touch her clit,” he told him, finally sounding breathless from all the work he was putting in.

Fred’s arms came around you to pull you up until your back was against his chest, giving George full access to your most sensitive spot.

“Cum for us. Show us how much you loved this and cum for us,” Fred said low in your ear.

Your eyes never left Ron’s as all three of them worked you closer and closer to the edge. As much as the twins were turning you on, this orgasm was for you boyfriend. Everyone you had was. He was the one that let this happen. Let them take you like this. And he was the one currently fucking your g-spot with every thrust it made your head spin.

“Cum for me” was all Ron had to say, seeing and feeling just how close you were, for you to explode.

Your vision went white and your whole body shook, the only thing keeping you grounded was Fred’s warm chest pressed against you. You knew the scream you were hearing was your own, but you couldn’t keep it quiet no matter how hard you tried. You pulsed around their cocks, milking them of their own orgasms as you were going through yours. You felt their cum fill you completely, another moan leaving your mouth at how erotic it felt.

When you finally felt as though you had come back down to real life, you were settled against Ron’s chest, his cock still in you, while the twins were busying themselves with getting dressed. They were talking quietly while Ron ran his hand up and down along your back, just waiting until you were finally back in the present.

George was the first one to notice your eyes had opened again when he finally got his pants back on. He walked over to the bed and knelt down so he was almost eye level with you.

“That was wonderful, darling. You were perfect,” he told you, placing a quick kiss to your forehead before righting himself only for Fred to take his place.

“What he said,” Fred told you with a smirk and mimicking his twin's kiss to your forehead. “We’ll see you two lovebirds in the morning,” he added with a wink.

They both made their way out of the room, the door clicking behind them, leaving you and Ron in a blissed out silence.

“Did you have fun?” He finally asked, tilting his neck so he was looking down at you.

“I did. Thank you,” you said with a soft smile.

“My girl always gets what she wants. You just have to ask, bunny,” He said, placing a kiss on your nose.

When you moved your lips up to move against his, he stopped you with a chuckle. “No offense but my brother did just cum in your mouth. So let’s go get you cleaned up so I can kiss you properly, yeah?” He asked, wrapping a blanket around you so he could get you down the hallway and into the bathroom.

“I thought you weren’t going to be weird about it,” you grumbled under your breath as he adjusted you in his arms, carrying you bridal style.

“That’s different and you know it,” he said defensively as he made his way for the door, making you giggle.

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contentconsumer · 5 years

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can I please have a ship? my name is Rosemary, I’m 5’1 (VERY SHORT) I have tan-white-ish skin, Dark brown hair, light brown lazy eyes, I love math, I’m a very extroverted person, I’m terrible at sports, I’m a very optimistic person and it’s easy for me to make friends, when I do have free time I like to read (preferably fiction), I’m kinda a scaredy-cat, I have no clue if I did this right I’ve never done one of these but thank you for your time!! ❤️

hiii it’s me Rosemary lol I forgot to mention, I’m a Gryffindor and a Gemini!!! haha thank you!!!

I ship you with George Weasley! You met after him and Fred pranked you, he quickly understood you were a scaredy-cat s he is more observant than Fred and so told Fred to never prank you again, you thanked him for this and since you two have been happy together! Every time he sees you reading he tries to distract you but you’re usually too wrapped up in your book for it to work, he accepts defeat but will just stay by your side until you finish reading so you can give him attention! He doesn’t understand how you like math so you end up tutoring him due to the face Molly asked you too. You support him at Quidditch but refuse to partake yourself, he is also always amazed at how you make friends with everyone, especially his family! I hope this was okay! xx

want a ship? read my requirements then inbox me! want to ship me?

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OUT OF TROUBLE

Summary: After a Quidditch match, both George and Y/n sneaked out to grab a drink at the Three Broomsticks with their respective teammates. The tension between the two groups might end up causing more trouble than imagined.

Pairing: George Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: kinda angsty kinda fluffy

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George Weasley: @meph1stophelian

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Warnings: blood, injuries, violence, concussion, language (?)

A/N: idk what to say apart from the idea of George losing his shit big time won't leave me alone and idek why (blaming it on that scene in the Order of the Phoenix in which George and Harry beat Malfoy the fuck up) so enjoy <3

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"Well," McGonagall's severe eyes scrutinized all six of us from the other side of her desk. "who is going to give us" she briefly motioned at Snape, who stood by her side with an unimpressed yet disappointed look on his face. "a proper explanation of why Madam Rosmerta so kindly let us know that not only seven of our seventh year students were on Hogsmeade without permission,"

"But also making a scene and coming to blows." Snape finished, quirking a brow. "Do you know how lucky you are that Madam Rosmerta picked on the fact that you were students?" The potions teacher's eyes fixed on the three Gryffindors before inquiring, "Who started it?"

Silence.

"Merlin's— There is a student in the hospital wing!" McGonagall exclaimed outraged. "You all ought to come clean about this one."

More silence.

"Mister Weasley, you seem to be unusually quiet." The Head of Slytherin pointed out.

"Well, you see, professor," George's head, which had until that moment been resting on his arms over the school desk, was tilted up slightly. "I've got a bit of a headache going on." He motioned at the back of his head, in which a patch of dried blood had glued his hair.

"Weasley, I must insist on you to go see Madam Pomfrey." McGonagall's tone, although remaining severe, softened a bit.

"Nah, 's not that bad." George gave Warrington a side look and forced himself to sit upright.

"I'm going to ask again." Snape spoke. "Who started it?" He weighed the possibilities before inquiring, "Mister Weasley?"

"Why me?!" George flinched at his own shouting.

"Do you want me to believe the state Mister Montague was left in was Miss Spinnet's doing? Miss Bell's, perhaps?" The Gryffindor girls grumbled under their breaths, catching the professor's attention. "What was that?"

"I said why us?" Katie questioned with a tinge of indignation. "Is it because we're Gryffindors?"

"Obviously." Snape spat, earning a roll from Mcgonagall, though she didn't oppose her colleague.

Alicia only laughed humorlessly and folded her arms over her chest.

"We can stay here all night, if you'd like it that way." McGonagall stated after around five minutes of just silence.

"Ugh, fine." George let his head fall in the comfort of his forearms again and groaned, "it was me— I started it. Can we go now?"

"What the hell?!"

"Miss Spinnet!" McGonagall scolded her, stomping her desk.

"Can we go now or not?" George's eyes met my shocked gaze briefly.

"Everyone but you, Mister Weasley." McGonagall stated.

"Wait, no." I tapped my foot nervously against the tiles and took at deep breath. "It wasn't him, it was me."

"Miss Y/l/n!" I refused to meet McGonagall's and Snape's face, so I left my eyes casted down, but I still heard the professors' quiet whispers. "What on Godric's name happened?"

Two Hours Earlier

After a Quidditch victory in Slytherin's favor, some of us had resolved to sneak out of the castle and go celebrate with a drink in Hogsmeade.

Turns out some Gryffindors had had the same idea, though the drink they were having was definitely not a celebration.

"Look who's here," Montague nodded in the Gryffindors direction, purposefully walking in their direction. "You're missing half of the team!" He chuckled, not stopping more than a couple of seconds. "Are they crying on their dorms?"

"Get lost, Montague." Katie Bell spat, earning faces from both Graham and Cassius. Alicia Spinnet flipped us off, and George limited himself to give me a small wave, which I returned with a little smile.

"How's the place this crowed?" Kevin questioned with a frown as we tried and failed to find an empty booth.

"No idea." I replied, taking a look around. "I'll go grab the drinks, you look for a place, yeah?" Cassius nodded and I made my way to the counter; I could feel Bell's and Spinnet's dirty looks on me while I ordered the butter beers.

"Celebrating, are we?" My head turned to meet George's form, leaning on the counter besides me.

"Yup." I shortly answered with a proud grin.

"You're missing your seeker." I rolled my eyes at his comment. "I wonder where he's at."

"You know where he's at." I quirked my brow when he played dumb, a smug smile dancing on his lips. "I'm very aware it was you who sent him to the hospital wing."

"It was actually a bludger." He pointed out, giving Madam Rosmerta the coins for a butter beer.

"Oi, what are you doing?" I attempted to shove his hand away, but there was no use.

"Smoothly buying you a drink?" He winked and I felt blood going up to my cheeks. "Just her drink, though." He added, looking at Rosmerta.

"No you're not— he's not." The owner of the Three Broomsticks gave us a look but ended up accepting my money instead.

"Aw c'mon, Y/n" George pouted while Rosmerta passed me the drinks. "I've just lost an important match, let me have a win?"

"You can buy me the next drink," I resolved, chuckling at the way his expression lighted up. "but only if you don't cause trouble."

"Pfft I'm too depressed to cause trouble." I could tell he wasn't joking, though he still made it sound humorous. "Need help with that?" He motioned at the four drinks I was attempting to grab.

"No she doesn't."

George visibly grimaced at the sight of Cassius but, instead of snapping at him, he only leaned on me and pecked my cheek after saying, "No trouble, see?"

"Piss off, Weasley."

"No need to be that rude." I spat, taking two glasses in my hand.

"No need to consort with the enemy." He responded, picking up the remaining jars.

We approached the spot our Quidditch team had taken and had a surprisingly uneventful good time, until Montague started to run his mouth.

"Look at them, they're so pathetic." He obnoxiously laughed.

"Look at whom?" I questioned, a bit lost in my thoughts to know what he was even talking about.

"Don't play dumb." He hissed. "As if you haven't been staring at that Weasel since we entered."

"Ugh, honestly Graham." I lazily played with my jar. "Can't we just enjoy the drink without focusing on the only three Gryffindors in the room?"

"You're one to talk." Cassius mumbled.

"Meaning?"

"Graham's right, you've been staring at him." I pinched the bridge of my nose. They've done this little number so many times that I was no longer embarrassed. "What was that kiss about?"

"Cassius!"

"What kiss?" Graham inquired.

"He kissed her."

"Oh my gosh—" I threw my head down to my forearms in desperation.

"Ew!" Kevin gagged dramatically. "Did you let a blood traitor kiss you with that filthy mouth?"

"You did not just say that." My tone held a serious warning as I looked up at our keeper.

"Great, he's staring." Cassius grumbled.

"Frankly, he could use a lesson." My eyes widened at Graham's words; at first I thought he was joking, but then he grabbed his wand with a wicked smirk.

"Don't make a bloody number." I whispered. "We'll get in trouble."

"Y/l/n, I'm starting to think you're not on our side."

"Montague, if you earn us detention—" my words were cut off by another statement of his.

"No one's gonna know if we're sneaky enough." I looked at Bletchley and Warrington for some back up but they both seemed to be on board with Montague's plan. "What about a little... cruci—" before he could finish the word, I kicked his chair, making him fall to the floor.

"What's wrong with you?!" I shouted, kicking his wand away after standing up myself.

"Y/n, calm down." Cassius said.

"He was gonna use the Cruciatus, so maybe no?!"

"Careful, Y/n." By then, Montague had already gotten up; Bletchley had to tug him back for him not to go against me. "If you get along with scum, you're scum."

I didn't fully realise that I had slapped him until I heard a few people gasping; all from sudden, I was very aware that I had attracted unwanted attention.

There was a moment of tense silence between Montague and me, quickly followed by him grabbing my hair and hitting my face against the table, too fast for me to do anything about it.

"OI!" Cassius pulled me away from Montague, my hands covering my most likely broken nose, debating on whether to hold it to stop the nosebleed or not touching it to avoid more pain.

GEORGE'S P. O. V.

"They're talking shit." Katie whispered, squinting her eyes at the Slytherins.

"Of course they're talking shit." I responded.

"I'd love to go there and shove those—" Alicia grumbled, tightening the grip on her glass.

"Don't." They both looked at me expectant and I only shrugged. "Y/n asked me not to cause trouble."

Alicia snorted when my eyes travelled to Y/n and Katie mocked me with a silly grin. "Awww, Alicia, he's in love."

"George Weasley is in love" Alicia faked a gag. "With a Slytherin."

"Oh my— you're two shut up." I felt blush creeping up my neck, though I couldn't help the smile twitching up the corners of my lips.

"I mean," Katie shrugged, sharing a look with our friend. "Could be worse."

"Could be Warrington." Before I could respond to Alicia, a loud noise was heard behind me. "Ooooh your princess just kicked Montague." Our chaser commented; we all turned around to look at the Slytherins. "This is gonna be fun."

"Why do I feel like they're talking about us?" I said with a laugh.

"Did... Did she just say 'cruciatus'?" Katie questioned, a tinge of worry in her voice.

"Damn! Okay, time to go." Alicia whispered, getting up right after Y/n had slapped Montague. Katie and I were already following her to the exit when a thud made us stop in our tracks.

"He did not—" Katie started.

"He did." Alicia replied; she was quick to double check on me, but I was quicker to stalk towards Montague. "George no!"

READER'S P. O. V.

I came to the conclusion that we were already in trouble, so I might as well go for it and get Montague back.

Cassius saw that coming and held me back by my forearms, but Graham was being pushed against the table behind him in the blink of an eye.

It took us all aback the way George had stormed in scene; we stood there frozen for a hot second, until Bletchley realised Montague was trying to shake George off in vain while the Gryffindor threw blows at him whilst tackling him to the table.

"George! Stop!" Alicia yelled, coming to stand by my side, unsure of what to do.

"Get off him!" The keeper was the first one to try and remove George from Graham, whose face was starting to look as bloodied as mine. He did succeed for a split second, giving the Slytherin chaser enough room to get back at George.

I shook Cassius off the moment Montague jumped on George to aid the ginger, but before I could do anything, he was punching Graham again, though now he sported a swollen lip himself, along with a cut on his cheek, probably caused by Graham's rings.

This time, when Bletchley tried to shove him off Montague, he ended up with George's elbow digging into his stomach.

"He's gonna kill him!" Bell exclaimed, genuinely worried about the outcome.

"George!" I called his name, hoping it would have an effect, but the beater was too lost on the fight. "Wait— No!!" I tried to grab Cassius' hand when I saw him reaching for one of the heavy jars, but he was quicker to crash it on George's crown.

He hissed, losing balance instantly; his hands went to the back of his head, releasing Montague from his hold. My teammate took the opportunity to kick him off, but before he could try to punch George again, I reached to them, pulling the ginger away and not so accidentally stomping on my Montague in the process.

Just when everything seemed to have calmed down, I noticed Spinnet had thrown herself to Cassius.

Bell was struggling to tug her friend away, Cassius was being pulled back by a mildly hurt Bletchley, Montague was curled up in a ball on the floor and George and I stayed knelt not far from him while I checked his head.

It was only when Madam Rosmerta appeared with a towering, strong employee who managed to separate Spinnet and Warrington that it came to an end.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Graham tried to use the Cruciatus curse on George, professor." I explained without meeting McGonagall's eyes. "And I stopped him."

"He— he what?!" The Head of Gryffindor yelled horrified.

"Miss Y/l/n, did you send Mister Montague to the hospital wing?" Snape questioned wearily.

"That was me." George replied before I could make anything up. "And Warrington broke a glass on my head."

"Spinnet tried to kill me!" Warrington shouted.

"If I had wanted to kill you, you'd be dead!" Alicia yelled back.

"Don't lie to yourself darling!" Bletchley hissed.

"Don't 'darling' her dickhead, I'll jump on you right here!" Bell spat, leaning over her table.

"Shut up, Bell!"

"ENOUGH!" McGonagall shouted. "Fifty points will be substracted from each of you. Your families will be informed of this, and needless to say you won't make any more trips to Hogsmeade."

"Minerva, I think Weasley has earned himself detention for the rest of the year." Snape commented.

"And so did Mister Montague and Miss Y/l/n." She responded. "Now off to sleep, all of you— except from Weasley and Y/l/n, you two go see Madam Pomfrey— no but's, Weasley."

"Yes professor." George sighed, getting up and following me out of the class and into the corridor. "You okay?" His voice was so soft as he fell into step with me that I had to refrain myself from kissing him.

"Nose's probably broken." I shrugged, stealing a look at his crown. "How's your head?"

"Hurts a bit." He was obviously playing it off, but I didn't say a thing about it. "I'm sorry for that little number."

"Nonsense! As if it was your fault Montague's a douche." I reassured him.

"So... you're not mad at me?"

"I'm only mad at the fact that I didn't get to punch him." I replied with a chuckle triggering a smile on his. "Plus," I chewed on my lower lip, hesitating for a moment before adding, "it was kinda hot."

George let out a shocked snort, his whole face redder than mine while words stumbled incoherently out of his mouth, preventing him from forming a coherent sentence.

"Don't do it again, though."

"Uh- yeah— NO- I mean, no- I-I won't— I don't do this often—" I giggled at his stammering and brushed his pinky with my own. He cleared his throat and took the hint, intertwining his fingers with mines. "You know, technically it was you who caused trouble so..."

"So?"

"Can I still buy you a drink?" He sheepishly requested, his thumb drawing circles on the back of my hand while we reached the hospital wing.

"We're banned from Hogsmeade, though." I reminded him.

"Well, I might know a way of getting there without being noticed."

"I'm in then." I stated. "Only if you promise we'll stay out of trouble."

"Can't promise that." He squeezed my hand and let it go when Madam Pomfrey spotted us. "But I'll do my best."

"I'm sure you will." I tugged on his sleeve and placed a kiss on his cheek before following the healer's directions.

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