#george weasley drabble

[vilentia]

Physical Touch

George Weasley x reader

Summary: George Weasley discovers his love language of physical touch in his relationship, leading to a deeper understanding and connection.

Just wrote something short to get the idea out of my system.

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In their sixth year at Hogwarts, George Weasley and you had stumbled into a relationship as unexpectedly as one might stumble upon a hidden room in the castle. It was fresh, exhilarating, and filled with the kind of magic that didn't require a wand.

In the bustling corridors and beneath the ancient trees of the Hogwarts grounds, George had a way of speaking without words. His fingers would absentmindedly play with a strand of your hair during study sessions, his hand would find yours under the table in the Great Hall, and during quiet moments in the common room, his thumb would draw invisible patterns on your skin. These small gestures were his language of affection, his way of saying you mattered in a world that was often too loud and chaotic.

One crisp autumn day, as you both lounged by the Black Lake, watching the giant squid's tentacles occasionally break the surface, Fred Weasley, George's inseparable twin, ambled over with a mischievous grin. "Merlin’s beard, George! Do you need a magical adhesive to keep your hands off her for a second?"

George's smile faltered, and a shadow of doubt crossed his face. You laughed it off, assuming it was just Fred being Fred, but something shifted in George after that.

He became hesitant, his touches fewer and more restrained. The corridors seemed colder, the classes longer, and the common room a bit less welcoming. You felt the change but couldn't understand it. Why had George, always so warm and playful, suddenly turned into a distant echo of himself?

One chilly evening, in a quiet corner of the library, surrounded by ancient tomes and the soft glow of candles, you decided to breach the silence. "George, what's wrong? You've been acting so differently."

He looked up from his book, his eyes meeting yours with a vulnerability you hadn't seen before. "I... Fred made a comment the other day. About me always touching you. I started thinking, maybe it's too much. Maybe I'm making you uncomfortable."

You reached out, your hand covering his. "George, do you know what love languages are?"

He shook his head, confusion written across his face.

"They're the ways we express and feel love. Yours, I think, is physical touch. It's not too much, George. It's just your way of showing you care. I love it. It makes me feel close to you."

A small, relieved smile broke through George's uncertainty. "Really? I never thought about it like that. I just... feel more 'me' when I'm close to you."

Grinning, you nudged his shoulder playfully. "Well, feel free to be 'you'. Hogwarts can be a big, lonely castle, but your touch makes it feel a lot more like home."

From that moment, George's hesitancy melted away. His touches returned, each one a silent word in a language only the two of you understood. And in the middle of a school full of magic and mysteries, you found comfort and warmth in the simplest magic of all - a touch, a look, a connection that needed no spells to be real.

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[dearharriet]

"you're really red right now." with george weasley? and congrats on 150! 🥳

thank you sm for the request! <3 (wc: 851)

Swinging under the restricted access rope, you climb the stairs to the twins’ annex two at a time. Behind you, the store is mostly quiet, except for Fred’s loud singing as he feeds the pygmy puffs.

The banister is creaky when you lean on it, so you’re sure George can hear you coming. His door is open, so you let yourself in, announcing yourself with a rap on the stained pine trim.

“Fred says you’re hiding, but I can’t imagine what from,” you say instead of hello. “Certainly not me, I hope?”

George glances away from his books, halfway through a bite of takeaway. His mouth stills its chewing as he blinks owlishly at you. His hair is all askew, likely from tugging at it in concentration, and he has a tiny speck of sauce on his chin. You’d probably find it embarrassing if you didn’t like him so much.

“Sorry, hello,” you amend, realizing you caught him unawares. He remains frozen, though his jaw starts working to rid itself of the food that’s keeping him silent.

“Hi,” he ekes out, “on your break, are you?”

You hum affirmatively, coming around his desk to converse more privately with him.

“Yeah, and I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this idea I have for a product we could release near Christmas,” you ramble, leaning a hip against his desk and crossing your arms. George is staring up at you like you’re a star he’s never seen before. “A red-hot cocoa. We could infuse dragon peppers into the mix—to make it really spicy, yknow?”

George doesn’t look too convinced. If anything, he looks like he hasn’t heard you at all.

“I know it’s sort of similar to flaming fudge, but I thought the effect of making it themselves might add intrigue for customers,” you continue, starting to feel a little bit embarrassed.

Silence stretches just long enough to be uncomfortable, emphasized by an especially loud zzzzzziiiiiip from downstairs.

Biting your lip, you wince. “George?”

He blinks, seeming to come alive again, somewhat.

“Did you do something to your hair?” he asks out of the blue.

You frown. “You didn’t hear what I said, did you?”

To his credit, George looks terribly guilty in the face of your accusation. He takes it in stride, too, despite being every color of wrong.

“Is that what you were telling me about?” he asks.

Sighing, you take his loosened tie and shake it around in teasing frustration. There was a time when doing something as familiar as that would make you feel unprofessional, but you know better now.

“No. I was telling you about my idea for a new product.”

George’s mouth opens and closes silently, searching for words. He looks hot around the collar, from embarrassment or flustering or both. You like to tease him like this, because upon meeting him, he didn’t seem the type to be fazed by flirting at all.

Feeling maniacal, you take the opportunity to wipe away the food still on his chin, letting your touch linger a hair longer than necessary. The color in George’s neck shoots up to his pale cheeks, giving him the hue of a ripe strawberry.

“Merlin, George,” you muster through a grin, “you’re really red right now.”

He ducks his head then, ardently avoiding any inch of you he can. Cursing, he presses the backs of his hands to his cheeks to cool them.

“Sorry.” He steals a glance at you, his brows furrowed in what might be confusion. “Remind me what your idea was?”

You accommodate him, running the idea past him again, with more confidence this time. You don’t mind wasting your break away talking, at least not with George.

“Hot cocoa,” he repeats, rubbing his chin. You weren’t expecting a promotion or anything, but his mild response worries you. “We could workshop it together, yeah?”

“Sure,” you say, nerves winding tight in your chest. “If you’re not too busy.”

“Honestly, I haven’t done any work since an hour ago,” he admits. “Is it busy downstairs?”

You strain to listen past George’s office, down the stairs in the popular shop. It’s easy to make out the fizzing lightning effects and the siren-like sounds that engulf the love potion display, but any real crowd bustle is absent.

“Hardly,” you say.

George pushes up from his chair, making for his door. “Good,” he says, “we can start now.”

He closes the heavy door, and then retrieves a cauldron and hauls it over to his desk. Before he sets it down, though, he holds it up in front of your face.

“In case you were wondering why I thought you did something to your hair,” he explains, “it’s because someone did something to your hair.”

In the warped reflection on the brass cauldron you can see yourself—and your flaming pink hair.

“Merlin, I look like Tonks.”

George laughs at that, dropping the heavy basin onto the rich mahogany table. He doubles back to his shelves again to collect some ingredients.

“Any idea who did it?” he prompts.

You roll your eyes.

“Yeah. He looks a lot like you.”

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[shadowbriar]

George Weasley - What Matters

Pairing : George Weasley x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 0.8k Warning : Takes place on the night after the Seven Potters event. Not proofread I'm too tired. Synopsis : Soothing conversation after what seems to be the greatest nightmare the couple had to live through. Notes : Part of Shadowbriar's 2024 Valentines Project. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

"Have you ever imagined a world where we’re not together?”

George frowns, lifting from the bed to lay on his side, his arm supporting his head. He watches her closely, seeing the glimmer of uncertainty in her eyes. Supposed the nightmare of him arriving at the Burrow with blood soaking his shirt earlier was still etched in her mind. 

The plan was a success, should one argue. Their objective was met. Harry is now safe and sound, sleeping in Ron’s room like a baby. Though some sacrifices needed to be made, loss to mourn and cry for, at least knowing that what they fought for was achieved would be the softer side of the bed they’ll sleep on tonight.

“No, never.” He says firmly, trying to provide some comfort for her “Why would I ever think that?”

She shrugs, “Reasons.”

Gently, George reaches for her hand and places it to his chest. He hopes that it could ease her wary mind a little. He wanted her to feel his heart beat, to feel his heat, to feel him. He knows that it would take more than sweet words and tender embraces tonight to get them through the night, to get them just a blink of sleep no matter how sore and aching their bodies are, but he has no idea how else he could comfort her when he too was still a little shaken from the event that occurred.

“I’m sorry,” She whispers, her voice shaky as she tries her best not to let the tears fall “I should be the one comforting you, but I just—”

“Shh, it’s alright, Darling,” George says as he pulls her close “It’s okay. I’m right here.”

“I could have lost you.”

“But you didn’t,” He reassures, patting her head gently “You’ll never lose me.”

“But I almost did, George. I almost lost you.”

“Love,” George pulls away a little, staring deep into her eyes with that boyish smile “It would take much more than Voldy’s gothic underling to keep us apart, trust me.”

She forces a smile, one that didn’t truly reach her eyes. Her stare was still vacant, like she’s trying to comprehend her surroundings and finding firm stepping after the rug beneath her feet was pulled. There has been no greater horror, no bigger fear and terror than the one she felt a couple hours ago.

“I can’t lose you,” She says to him “I just can’t.”

“I know. I can’t lose you, either.” He says gently, caressing her cheek “I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

“What’s left of you, you mean.”

George raised an eyebrow, “Meaning?”

“You lack an ear,” She tries to jest, smiling slightly bigger though her eyes still welled of tears “Can’t decide if it makes you lose a couple points in the appearance department or if it enhances it.”

“The latter, of course. You have one hell of an unkillable boyfriend,” He says proudly, grinning “Reckon muggles write it on their papers? A bloody ear fell from the sky. Imagine the horror!”

Her laughter finally breaks. Though it didn’t last as long as George wished it would, the lingering smile on her lips was enough to tell him that the storm is slowly passing. Gently, he leans in and kisses her. How the night went by was certainly unideal but now that she’s here, laying on his bed, everything feels alright. Like the pain on his ear was reduced into a slight itch and the soreness of his body was caused by nothing but a typical quidditch practice.

The sigh she let go as they parted lifted tons of her burden. The corners of her lips were still curled, satisfied with the solace they could both find in each other though chaos still unravels around them. It was modest and unadorned, but much more than enough to soothe both of their scarred minds.

“I love you,” She says softly “I don’t want to ever imagine a world without you.”

“Then don’t,” George answers “Don’t imagine it, don’t think about it, don’t worry about it because it would never happen. It’s us or nothing, remember? That’s all that matters.”

She chuckles, “That’s a bit extreme now, init? Us or nothing?”

“Well, I wouldn’t have anyone other than you,” He argues, raising an eyebrow “Do you have anyone you’d have other than me?”

“There’s a short list of possible names.” She jokes once again “You’re in my top three at the moment, honestly.”

“I hate you.”

“Okay, top five now from that comment.”

George let out a satisfied laughter, pulling her head close to his chest that she could feel the echo of his chuckle and the steady beating of his heart. Her arms now encircle his waist. There seems to be too much space between them tonight though their bodies were cramped together on such a tiny bed. No close is close enough for the two right now.

“I hope you know I didn’t mean that.” She whispers to his shirt “There could be no one but you.”

“I know,” George says, planting a kiss to the crown of her head “I know, Sweetheart, I know.”

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[rafesmuse]

A needy George just proper pounding into ya while literally PLEADING to let him cum inside you.

I AM SCREAMING!! the butterflies i feel when thinking about his tight grip on your hips as he pounds into you while you’re on top, biting his lip in concentration. He can feel himself nearing his release— god, the way you clench around him could make him come in seconds, feels too fucking good. You rest your head on his shoulder as his arms move around your whole body, holding you close against him. “Can I p-please… fuck. Can I please come inside you, baby?” George whispers breathlessly into your ear, not slowing down whatsoever. A desperate “please” was all you can get out, which was enough for him to lose it as you can feel his hot semen coat your walls.

all nsfw daydreams

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[thursdaygxrls]

Seeing Him (‘Seeing Her’ Part Three)

summary — george weasley is very bad at getting a girlfriend.

paring — george weasley x fem!bookworm!reader

disclaimer — i do not own harry potter or its characters.

warnings — i didn’t edit, my bad lol. also i inserted wuthering heights a little too much (by the way you should read wuthering heights)

read part one and part two!

“You are repulsive.” The words left her mouth bitterly as she stared at him, her eyes narrowed.

“Woah!” He exclaimed, his eyes widening, “I’m sorry—it just wasn’t my thing!”

“Frankenstein is everyone’s thing!” She fired back, though, a small grin cracked on her face, “You are a waste of perfectly good eyes, you know that?”

“You like my eyes?” He wiggled his eyebrows, a smirk lighting up on his face.

When George Weasley had taken out the girl he’d long been staring at, a stroll through the book store turned to hours of talking, and one date turned to three. It was so natural, and yet, so odd. A girl who’s presence was only marked by the books she read and a boy who’s troublemaking reputation surpassed that of many fictional characters had somehow found harmony between fantasy and reality. Well, most of the time.

“I meant that your eyes are perfectly capable of seeing and consuming beautiful literature, yet you’re squandering it.” She huffed at him, though, the smile on her lips was obvious.

“Beautiful literature and beautiful ladies,” George spoke, still smirking, “And I’m using up all that eyesight power by staring at you.”

“Horrible boy,” she scoffed, the grin still on her lips.

“Beautiful girl,” George replied, his eyes dancing across her face.

Whatever had bloomed between the two had proved strange to almost every other student at Hogwarts. It wasn't as if people shouted or stared when they saw them walking together in the halls, but there was the occasionally lingering look that said 'huh, I wouldn't have put those two together.' It was especially odd that a known flirt had seemed to retire his previous career. George, who'd always been one to chat up a new girl each week, was now only seen with the same girl day after day. If that hadn't been enough to set off a few social alarms throughout the school, a few students had even seen George reading — and not just dirty magazines.

"Things seem to be getting pretty serious," Fred chuckled as he talked. He and George had just gotten out of detention and were headed through the halls towards the Gryffindor common room.

"I'd say that was rather normal." George shrugged, "Flitwick snored just as much as usual."

"Not detention, you git." Fred couldn't help it when another laugh left his lips, "Things are getting serious with your girl."

"Oh," George shook his head, a smile lighting up on his face, "Yeah, I guess."

"D'you make it official?" Fred nudged him, "Tie the noose around your neck? Connect the ball and chain?"

"Shove off," George groaned, nudging him back with a bit more force.

"Oh, come on, did you?" Fred sighed, relenting his antics for a moment. George looked at him, a sudden frown curling on his lips. He shook his head.

"No." He shrugged as though it didn't matter, "It's only been a couple dates."

"What?" Fred's eyes seemed to widen to the size of planets, "Only a couple dates? I've never seen you this gross and lovesick! She's got you reading those old muggle books for Merlin's sake!"

"I like to read," George spoke, lying straight through his teeth, "I'm a big reader."

"Yeah? And I think hours long Transfiguration lectures are riveting," Fred let out a dry laugh, "Listen, even if I find the puppy-eyes you give her disgusting, it's obvious you're head over arse for her."

Even if George wanted to retaliate, it was true. He walked her to class, insisted on carrying her things for her. He even read Pride and Prejudice to understand a joke she made once. He was enamored with her in a way only dead old ladies like Emily Brontë could describe.

"Yeah, I know," George let out a sigh, "Trust me, I know."

"Don't tell me you're nervous." Fred chuckled, a smile spreading on his lips, "I may be the more attractive twin, but you've still got a nice face on you. Give it a shot, alright?"

George groaned, but as they pushed past the portrait of the fat lady, he couldn't help but feel that Fred was right. Not about being the most attractive, of course; he was right about giving it a shot. And so he planned.

Plan A seemed nearly impossible to screw up. It was simple, really; he'd catch up with her on the way to breakfast like he always did, and ask her to be his girlfriend. No pomp and circumstance, no fanfare, just a quick question and a sweet smile. When the time finally came the next morning, he was so confident in himself that his toes were barely touching the ground. He left the common room with a skip in his step, ready to meet with her near the stairs where they always did. His eyes met hers.

She was lovely. She'd done nothing different; her hair was how it always had been, her smile was the same. Yet, when George saw her, it took all his willpower not keep his jaw from dropping to the ground.

"Ready for breakfast?" She asked, her voice like a serenade in his ears. His face reddened as he nodded, and he knew then that Plan A was impossible.

Plan B was much more exciting, yet, still simple. This time, he made sure that he'd have his words prepared for him so he didn't have to do any talking. Over the weekend, he'd picked up a rather nice copy of Wuthering Heights at the muggle book store in Hogsmeade. She'd been eyeing it for a while; he'd noticed her staring at it while telling him about another book. Along with the book, he wrote her a sweet (albeit grammatically poor and rather cheesy) note that ended with the question 'will you be my girlfriend?' He was going to slip it into the novel before he gave it to her. While walking from Charms to lunch, George couldn't quite contain his smile.

"Hey," he said as they exited the classroom, "I've got a surprise for you." "Oh?" She raised an eyebrow, her eyes glowing with anticipation. Without any further teasing, George slipped the novel out from between his stack of books and handed it to her, a proud grin on his face.

"Merlin!" She exclaimed as she exchanged her things for the book, "George, this is wonderful! I've been wanting to get this copy."

"I know," George spoke, trying not to look too adoring of her as he took her books into his hands, "Flip through, it might have an introduction or something." With a smile, she did as told, thumbing through the pages eagerly. George craned his neck, trying to see if she'd found the note nestled within the pages.

"Find anything good?" He sounded almost smug.

"Yeah," she said excitedly. Looking to George, the smile on her lips only spread wider. This was it. She was smiling, she was happy, she was going to say--

"There's a biographical notice of Ellis and Acton Bell in the front." Her gaze moved back to the book, "I told you about that, right? How the Brontes wrote under male pseudonyms? Well, Emily used Ellis. It looks quite interesting."

"Oh, yeah," George's face fell a bit, but he tried to hide it, "Is there, uh, anything else?"

"There's an editors note, too." She shrugged, but grinned at him, "Thanks, George, this is really incredible."

His mouth opened, the words on the tip of his tongue, when he froze. He'd woken up so excited that when he left his dorm, he'd snatched the book off his desk and ran down to the Great Hall. He'd never put the note in — it was still on his desk.

"No problem," he responded, a bit stunted, as he tried to swallow the frustration he felt with himself, "No problem at all."

Plan C had to work — it had to. The second he returned to his dorm later that afternoon, he threw the note in the trash and got right to work. If there was one thing George knew how to do, it was to go big. He could write out a sign in the sky using fireworks, or maybe hang a banner over the astronomy tower. Maybe a thousand flowers in her dorm would do. A giant cake that he pops out of could work.

As he collected his ideas, he couldn't help but feel that everything he thought of just wasn't right. He went through Plan C, Plan D, Plan E. Eventually, he had to start numbering his plans. As the sun dropped lower outside the castle, a huff left George's lips, catching the attention of Fred, who was laying against his bed, playing with some sort of puzzle contraption.

"What's got your knickers bunched?" Fred chuckled, sitting up to look at his brother.

"Every plan I try doesn't work," George shook his head, "I've been trying to ask her to be my girlfriend for days now."

"Fireworks?" Was Fred's immediate reaction.

"Thought about it. Not sure how much she'd like it." George shrugged in response.

"Oh, come on, everyone likes a bit of dramatics sometimes." Fred moved, sliding his legs off the bed to sit down on the edge.

"Yeah, I know, but this just feels different." George's nose scrunched, "I want to do something personal, y'know?" "Fireworks spelling out her name is personal." A smile crept onto Fred's lips.

"That's not what I mean." George slumped against his desk chair, letting out a dramatic groan. At that, Fred relented with a sigh.

"Did you ever try just asking her?" He asked, cocking his head.

"That was Plan A." George let out a long breath.

"Well, maybe just retry Plan A," Fred suggested with a shrug, "And just don't screw up whatever you screwed up before."

"I didn't screw anything up." George stuck his tongue out at his brother.

"Whatever you say." Fred grinned, and with that, he returned his attention to the contraption in his hands.

Retry Plan A. The thought stuck in George's head as he looked down at his desk. He had given up on it fairly quickly. She made him nervous — sure, he could flirt with her, but when it came to fessing up his actual feelings, he was at a loss. He ran a hand through his hair as he thought it over. Looking out the window, the near absence of the sun reminded him that it was time for dinner. She would be at dinner.

Without even a goodbye from Fred, George shot up, scrambling from the dorm, through the common room, and down the stairs. He hastily tried to fix his rushed appearance: he redid a few of the buttons on his shirt and combed his fingers through his hair (the mess was untamable). When he finally made it to the Great Hall, he was nearly out of breath. His eyes scanned the tables for her, and when he finally found her (laughing her head off about something with a boy that George was easily ten times more attractive than, in his opinion), he set off. His steps were heavy and confident, and when he reached her, he sat down right next to her, not even bothering to introduce his presence.

"Oh, hey!" Her eyes immediately lit up at the sight of him, "I was wondering where you've been."

"I'm right here." He grinned at her. Once more, his lips parted, ready to ask her the question. Will you be my girlfriend? Would you mind being my girlfriend? Please, my Queen, I will beg on my hands and knees for you to even consider being my—

"This is my boyfriend, George, the one I was talking about." She smiled kindly at the boy across from her, gesturing to the redhead next to her.

Boyfriend.

George's brain nearly short circuited at the word, his eyes going wide and lips curling into the largest grin anyone had ever seen.

"Boyfriend?" He repeated the word as though he'd just imagined it.

"Oh!" Her face twisted in horror, "I'm sorry, I guess I never really asked. It was an assumption, I guess." Before she could continue her apologies, George grabbed her by the shoulders, trying not to squeeze her to death.

"I have been trying to ask you to ask you to be my girlfriend for a week," He said, the smile never leaving his lips, "I tried to ask you in the morning, but you were too pretty, and then the book I gave you, I wrote this note that I was going to put in it but forgot—” The words rushed from his lips in quick succession, his cheeks rosy enough to match his hair.

"So," She cut him off, a small giggle leaving her lips, "You want to be my boyfriend?"

"For Merlin's sake, yes, yes I do!" He couldn't help the excited laugh that escaped him.

"Could I have my notes back now?" A voice spoke up, causing George to whip his head to its source.

"Oh, sorry Theo." She chuckled as she slid the boy his book, and he nodded, giving a quick wave as he stood and left.

"Well he's grumpy," George mused, turning back to her with the same smile he'd been wearing.

"Oh, that's just Theo." She shrugged, "He's always like that."

"Well, enough about him, we haven't talked about me nearly enough." George's eyes sparkled as he spoke.

"I feel like we talk about you far too much." She laughed back.

"Ah, but being your boyfriend obligates you to talk only about me for about ninety-eight percent of your time," he beamed.

"Does that mean I reserve ninety-eight percent of your thoughts, being your girlfriend and all?" She tilted her head.

"You reserve a lot more than ninety-eight percent of my thoughts, darling," he chuckled. When each of their laughter subsided, they stared at each other for a moment, content but unsure. Tentatively, George reached forward, his hand gently making contact with her cheek.

"So," his voice was a low whisper, "Since I'm your boyfriend, can I kiss you?" An even brighter smile lit up on her face, and she let out another small laugh.

"That can be arranged." She grinned. When George leaned in, so did she, and their lips met in gentle kiss. It was light and sweet, yet the undertone of excitement lingered as they pressed against each other. When they separated, a bit breathless, they gazed at each other a moment more. It was a tender stare that held something strong. Maybe it wasn't love just yet, but it was close. After all, he was seeing her, and she was seeing him.

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hope you guys liked the last part!! i’ll probably be doing some more george soon bc he’s 🤭🤭🤭 but besides that i’m working on an enemies to friends to lovers remus fic with a bit of angst and such. also i’m DEF making some sirius stuff soon bc he’s my number 1 🤭🤭

oh and btdubz, i’m gonna make a google thingy for my tag list. everyone who’s currently on it, you’ll still be there, but you can specify what type of content you’d like to read from me. okay, toodles!!

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[lushaletta]

hii, could you do a player!george weasley one where he’s hitting on the reader and he usually doesn’t so she’s confused? and she actually really likes him but doesn’t realise/want to accept it so she’s oblivious to what she feels kinda. she also doesn’t wanna get with him because she knows he dates a bunch of girls and breaks their hearts and she doesn’t want it to happen to her. something like that becoz it’s been in my head for soo long <33

do you wanna dance, baby?

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader

warnings: none

summary: you think george is toying with you. he swears he isn’t.

a/n: i sincerely apologise for taking so long to finish this ask,, i struggled immensely with writing this and i’m still not sure i’m entirely happy with it <\33 thank you for requesting !! i love hearing your ideas 🫶🏻

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You’re not sure how you end up at every single house party. You have an awful aversion to them, yet you’re still there, holding a solo cup of water.

It’s really not your scene— the drinking, the dancing, the kissing. You feel like a bit of a loser for it.

And then there’s the fact that at each party, you’re cursed to watch George chat up another pretty girl. In fact, you’re not sure you can count all the women he’s had flings with on your fingers.

“You having fun?” he says, so seriously that you almost let out a laugh.

“Not at all.”

He looks surprised. You’re not sure why. “Really?”

“Really.”

George is half the reason you’re here. He drags you by the arm each time, promising you that this time it’ll be different. This time it’ll be fun and he won’t be whisked away by Layla or Eunice or Genevieve or whoever other girl.

“What a shame. You look very pretty tonight,” he says, flattery filling his tone. “A dance?” he tries.

You blink at him. “Oh, don’t.”

A strand of his hair falls in front of his eyes, and you’re tempted to brush it away, but you hold yourself back. You don’t have the alcohol excuse to hide behind.

“Don’t what?” he asks, seeming a tad confused and looking entirely gorgeous as he tilts his head.

It’s cruel, almost. This little game he’s playing.

“You know what I mean. The whole charade you pull with your chicks.”

His face shows no evidence of revelation. “Consider me clueless, doll.”

Now you’re getting upset. “Why are you doing this? Have you run out of girls to toy with? Am I last on your to-do list?”

He cringes. “That’s not it.”

“So what is it?”

A sigh falls from his lips, and his hands fidget with his loosened tie. “I really do think you look pretty tonight. Every other night too.”

You groan. It’s a low, throaty sound you don’t quite recognise. “This is hopeless.”

It’s taken a long time for you to come to terms with your feelings for George. You suppose they’ve always been there, lingering since the moment you became good friends. Before that.

Truth be told, you can’t like him. You don’t mean to pierce at his loyalty but he’s surely not known for being good at commitment. It’d only hurt you. It’d only hold him back.

“I’m not following,” he says, eyebrows furrowing.

“God, don’t you get it? I don’t want to be like the rest of them.” You look at the floor. Anywhere but at him.

“You’re not like the rest of them, doll,” he replies fondly, guiding your chin to face him.

His stare almost hurts. No, it does hurt. This conversation is embarrassing and you’re sure you two are getting curious looks.

You sigh. “You’ll break me.”

“I’ll do my best not to.”

He looks very genuine. There’s no playful glint in his eyes or smirk on his lips.

“Sure?”

“Positive,” he says.

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[toomanybandstocare]

This one is the redo!!!

Can I request a romantic Harry Potter summer of fun? I'd really like to know who you ship me with please 🙈

Sending you oodles and oodles of love!!! 🩷

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ - Summer of Fun

Who I would ship you with plus a little drabble. @staygoldwriting requested a romantic pairing from the wizarding world, and I am so glad!! Thank you for celebrating with me, bestie <3

Pairing: George Weasley x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Length: 721w + 254w

Counselor Notes: I am SO excited for autumn to come, and this got me in the mood. I've been thinking about starting to write for wizarding world characters, but I haven't made up my mind yet. I need to learn how to let myself enjoy writing different fandoms rather than sticking to just one until I feel burned out :/

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Rain patters against your flat’s window panes. The kettle’s spout whistle grows in a crescendo against the soft record scratching in the background. Diagon Alley keeps quiet as its residents hide away from the summer thunderstorm in their homes. Still recovering from the war’s aftershock, the magical world seems to have made a silent agreement to take the fleeting moments of peace whenever possible.

Puttering across the living room, you wrap the lightweight blanket tighter when you reach the kitchen. With a flick of your wrist, you shut off the stove and move the kettle to one of the cooler burners before reaching up for a set of mugs.

Completely content with the sleepy haze that’s settled over the city, it isn’t until a gentle hand comes to rest on your hip that you realize George followed you. His warmth washes over you as his chest presses against your back when he reaches above to where your outstretched hand hovers over your favorite mugs. George ducks his head to press a soft kiss to your temple. His lips ghost over your skin before they rest on the shell of your ear. “What are you in the mood for, love?,” he hums.

Cheeks aflame, you grasp his wrist as he brings down your mugs. It’s as if his voice echoes inside you, and your heart calls out trying to find its way home as it hammers against your chest. Once both mugs sit on the counter, you pull his arm to wrap around your waist and lean against him. “Do we still have the French hot chocolate from Bill and Felur’s wedding gift?,” you softly ask. Tilting your head up, you chuckle as you watch George’s face scrunch up in thought. It had been so long since that night, and neither of you had the time to sit down to enjoy the goodies as the two of you went on mission for the Order.

“We should,” George slowly responds with a nod. Patting your waist, he slips away from you and steps over to the pantry cupboard. “Go back and bundle up on the sofa. This’ll only take a minute,” he encourages you as he peers out from the cupboard door with a soft smile.

Stretching your achy shoulders, a yawn escapes you as you nod. Without a single ounce of hesitation, you pad over to the sofa in just a few steps and sink into the well loved cushions. The fire’s crackle lulls you into a soft semi-consciousness. Its warmth envelopes you with comfort. Your ears twitch when George shuts the cupboard door. Another drawer rolls open then closed, and you hear him stir the cocoas. The faint aroma of his cologne and your favorite candle cause you to sink further into the sleepy state. After so much loss and challenge, never did you think that you would be able to share a life with your partner. One that brings you so much joy and fulfillment as the two of you navigate the new era of the magical world together.

A quiet laugh pulls you from your light doze. “Move over a bit. I promise you, the couch seats more than one person,” George teases you. Two dull thuds follow his words as you assume he places your drinks on the coffee table.

“In my defense,” you mumble as you open your arms out for him to join you, “you were working late, and I was a really good part in my novel. It’s not my fault you didn’t tell me you invited Angie and Fred over for dinner”.

Carefully settling himself to lay on your chest, George lets out a tired laugh. “Couldn’t have been that good of a book if you fell asleep reading it, love. But fair enough, I suppose,” he agrees. George wraps his arms around the small of your back and presses a lingering kiss onto your collarbone.

The two of you doze in and out of sleep as thunder rumbles in the distance. Occasionally mumbling to each other, you and George enjoy the comforting moment while you can. Legs tangling together and pulling the blanket with them. Hands gently caressing the other wherever they can steal a fleeting touch. Not a care in the world as the two of you slip away into your own.

As much as you keep your nose in your books or well loved baking recipes, your head is often in the clouds. Always the dreamer and hopeless romantic, you’re a person with a lot of love to share. However, you also tend to spread yourself too thin and forget to focus on your wellbeing.

Out of the infamous duo, George prides himself in being the mastermind behind the joke shop’s business. He busies himself in sketching out inventions or practicing the latest prank potion. George is a practical dreamer. He balances reality and inspiration in a way that only comes from his upbringing.

The two of you are very family oriented and home bodies. When the two of you finally have time to yourselves from busy schedules, it’s almost always spent cuddled up on the sofa in front of the fireplace with books and snacks, or visiting one of your families. 

George keeps you grounded without ever making you feel embarrassed about being a romanticist. He’s always eager to hear about where your head and heart are at, especially if something is weighing you down. He’s sensitive and quick on picking up when your moods shift, and the minute George feels as if something’s bothering you, he sits you down for a conversation. Even though he’s carefree the majority of the time, nothing is more important than an honest chat to get to the bottom of a situation. Especially when it regards your personal wellbeing and happiness, or that of your shared life together.

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[cauliflowertree]

paradise found—george weasley.

summary: your ice cream falls :(

word count: will add later. it’s short tho.

fanfic no. 051

“alright, i promised you ice cream. what flavour would you like?” george asked as you left the three broomsticks.

“anything but plain chocolate,” you said, a smile upon your face as he walked a few paces ahead of you.

he nodded, speeding up towards the sweet shop. you sat down on a nearby bench and waited for him to return. it was so busy in hogsmeade this summer—shops were brimming with students and tourists—you could barely stand to be inside anywhere with the hot weather and crowds of people stuffed inside shops that were too small to manage them.

instead, you waited in the calm sunlight beaming down on the little town you’d decided to spend the day in. leaning back, you tilted your head to the sky and closed your eyes, soaking in each golden ray.

“got you strawberry!” shouted george a little distance away.

“lovely. what did you get?” you asked.

“pistachio,” he grinned.

“also lovely,” you smiled.

george handed you your strawberry ice cream in a little cone, and then the two of you began to stroll down the busy streets. everyone seemed as if they had somewhere to go, dashing to a fro without a care for those they might bump into. it was at the fault of one of these careless passersby that your ice cream ended up squished into the floor, with only the cone remaining in your hand.

you looked down at the solemn sight, your grip loosening on the cone, and then looked to george. he was still angrily eyeing the man who’d caused this upset, and when he turned back to you he tried to laugh it off. as did you.

“i’m going to cry,” you said in between a little laugh, half meaning it and half not.

“oh,” said george, bringing you into his chest and kissing the top of your head. “don’t cry, sunshine. you can have mine.”

he held out his half eaten pistachio ice cream with a grin, but you couldn’t possibly take it from him. “no, i don’t want you to lose your ice cream too.”

“i don’t mind, love,” he shrugged.

you thought a moment. tentatively stretching your fingers out, you took the cone from him, taking a lick before holding it up to george.

“go on, we’re sharing.”

he chuckled lightly, “alright.”

you continued this way until the ice cream had been consumed, though george had insisted you alone eat the cone, before reaching the end of the village where you would continue a slow walk to the castle, hand in hand like always.

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[lumosandnoxwriting]

Idea: reuniting with George after a long trip away. Maybe the reader leaves on a trip after the war to find herself again. And discovers that she has more than just friendly feelings for George. And he’s been pining for her too of course

I love this idea it's so cute!!

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"George."

His name comes out of Y/N's mouth like a prayer, breathless and desperate and full of relief.

She wasn't sure if he'd be there, waiting on that train platform. Y/N didn't want to ask, didn't want George to know that after a year away from everything she's ever known he was the first face she wanted to see. But it's comforting to know, that even after all this time he still knows exactly what she needs without her even having to say it.

George's face lights up the second his eyes land on Y/N. And suddenly they're both pushing past the crowd, desperately trying to get to the other. Thanks to George's wide shoulders and bulky arms, he's through to Y/N in a matter of moments.

They both pause for a second, eyes taking the other in, refamiliarzing after so long away. But in the next moment the spell has broken, and Y/N drops her bag as she leaps into George's arms. Tears streaking down her face she presses her face into his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of home.

Because she needed the time away from home. Needed the time to stop and process and come to terms with all the shit she'd survived over the past year.

But this, him, she needs him more now.

"Shh, it's okay, Y/N," George soothes, rubbing her back slowly as he hugs her to his chest tightly. "I've got you."

And Y/N knows it's true. In the year she was gone, Y/N had done a lot of thinking. About the war, about the people she lost, about how she was supposed to find someway to move on.

But she thought about George the most. About the silly boy she met at 11, and the broken man she'd watched get smaller and smaller as the train took her far, far away. Leaving him was the only part she regretted.

And now, being back here in his arms she can't imagine why she ever left.

It takes a split second for Y/N to make the decision. One second she's crying into George's neck and the next she's kissing him. Soft lips pressed against his as she tries to convey everything she's ever thought about him.

You're my best friend. I didn't want to leave you. I missed you. I love you.

And as George kisses her back, Y/N knows. She knows that that the war may have ended some part of her life, but here on a platform at Kings Cross, it begins again.

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[vilentia]

Rekindled Flames

George Weasley x reader

Summary: Two lovers overcome past misunderstandings to rekindle their enchanting romance.

Warnings: angst, fluff, happy ending

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The Burrow, always a beacon of warmth and familial chaos, stood bathed in the soft glow of twilight. Its cozy, slightly lopsided structure was illuminated by strings of enchanted lights that danced gently in the evening breeze. George stood apart from the merriment, his usually bright eyes reflecting a turmoil of emotions. You watched him from a distance, your heart caught between the painful memories of your split and the lingering affection you couldn't shake off.

Months had passed since the bitter misunderstanding that had torn you apart. Words left unsaid had festered into silence, a chasm neither of you had dared to bridge. Yet, here you were, at Ron and Hermione's engagement party, the festive air around you belying the tension that crackled between you and George.

"Hey, you," George said, his voice cutting through the hum of conversation as he approached. The familiar lilt of his accent sent a wave of nostalgia through you.

"Hi, George," you managed, struggling to keep your voice steady.

"Can we... um, can we talk?" His usual bravado was absent, replaced by a hesitance that was as endearing as it was heart-wrenching.

You nodded, following him to a quieter spot in the garden. The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of purple and orange, a backdrop that felt almost too poetic for the moment.

"I've been a right prat," George began, his gaze fixed on the ground. "After... everything, I let my pride and my fears get in the way. I missed you, more than I thought possible."

Your heart raced. "I missed you too," you confessed, feeling a weight lift off your chest. "But, George, why did you believe those rumors? Why didn't you ask me, talk to me?"

He looked up, his eyes meeting yours in a moment of raw vulnerability. "I know, I should have. But I was scared, you know? Scared they were true, scared of getting hurt again after... after everything we've been through."

"You weren't the only one hurting," you said softly, taking a step closer. "We've both lost so much, George. We can't let fear win. Not now."

He took your hand, his fingers interlocking with yours, a gesture so familiar yet so distant. "You're right," he said, his voice stronger now. "I don't want to be apart from you anymore. Not when every day without you felt like a piece of me was missing."

The sincerity in his words struck a chord deep within you. "So, what do we do now?" you asked, your heart in your throat.

George's smile returned, that mischievous, infectious grin that had first drawn you to him. "We start over. We learn from our mistakes, and we move forward, together. No more misunderstandings, no more doubts. Just us, against the world."

You laughed, a genuine, heartfelt sound that seemed to echo around the garden. "I'd like that, George Weasley."

As you stood there, hand in hand, the world around you faded into insignificance. The past, with its pain and misunderstandings, seemed like a distant memory. Ahead of you lay a path, uncharted and uncertain, but as you looked into George's eyes, you knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together.

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[dearharriet]

could I request the tangled prompt for george, please? 😚

and congratulations on 150!!! 🎉

here u are lovely, thank you sm!! (wc: 870)

George is not used to this whole heart in his chest thing, and it’s really dragging down his name as an enemy of the crown.

I mean, sure, that’s not something he can just put away—and the palace guards certainly won’t—but he almost wishes he could. Which is stupid, obviously George loves being a criminal—who doesn’t?

But the thing is, you’re kind of more than he’d been expecting. George thought you were naive, and jumpier than a field mouse, and you are, but you’re also kind when you want to be, and similarly cutthroat when necessary. You’re not half bad.

Like now, in the square, you’re helping an older group of women with their knitting patterns. George had ordered you to lay low, but he realizes now how foolish that is. It doesn’t matter how low you lay, everyone would be looking at you anyways. You’re just magnetic that way.

Leaving the chittering group, you pass over the wide open square, eyes on a shady alcove at the other end. George ducks further into the overhang, skirting around columns to meet you there.

Even if you’re not seeking him out, he’s glad you’re getting some shade. The mid-year sun is penetrating every thick stone building in the kingdom, and turning the ground into a coal walk for your bare feet.

And anyways, when the sun and you meet head-on, it’s a spectacle that’s hard to look at.

Rounding the corner, George stops short, realizing you’re not as alone as he thought.

You’re crouched, hair fanning over your shoulders, speaking with a small boy who looks very unfortunate. There’s dirt covering his face, and his feet are similar to yours in that they’re unprotected. He can’t be more than ten, but instead of playing in the sun like most children, he’s slumped against the wall, looking tired.

George’s newfound heart thumps a little, shocking his system. He steps forward, but then you’re standing, pulling the boy up with you.

Weaving through carts and wagons, you lead the boy into the center of the square, and then skitter away to a quartet of musicians.

The little boy looks like he’s treading open water, spinning in the wake of your attention. When you come back, you take his shaking hands into yours as a song begins to play.

Then you’re dancing.

With the height difference it’s nothing more than a flailing spin, but with every rotation both your face and the boy’s light with joy.

Two couples join in, and George ventures out of his hiding spot to get a better view. As he passes vendors and shoppers, he notices them uprooting themselves, pushing toward you the way he is.

Many of them join, and when George is on the bank of the whirling circle of townspeople he can’t see you anymore. The dance has quickly evolved into a more complex braid of partners, one that everyone but him seems to understand.

A part of him worries that you were taken, but a flash of gold cuts through the mesh of feet, and his shoulders settle.

The partners change fast, so one second your elbows are linked with an older man, and the next you’re swinging into a young girl. It goes this way down the chain, changing all at once like a flower that blooms new every minute, and you keep your eyes on George the whole time.

When you reach him, you stick one hand out and yank him into the fray.

George stumbles and then catches himself on a stranger who kindly guides him into the proper spin. Luckily, he’d been watching long enough to know when to switch, pinging from one partner to the next as bystanders clap to the beat.

When he’s rounded the full circle, the music changes, and everyone finds a new direction.

Though he probably wouldn’t admit it out loud, George understands why you and the boy had looked so happy. As he swings through smithys and students and artists, touching each hand briefly in this hurdling dance, he’s undeniably alive.

He thought that stealing the crown was the fastest his heart would ever beat, but he might have been wrong. Running away was easy, but coming back? Near impossible.

Without him even realizing, George is finally dancing with you. It felt like every time he’d completed the circle and come to you, the music had changed and you’d miss each other.

But now, you’re under his hands, and when the music changes, you tighten yours around his. The chain breaks, and no one seems to mind. George suspects it was all your making anyways, so this time is no different.

Around and around you spin under the summer sun, and George tugs you closer, his feet doing the work for both of you. He doesn’t have to think, he just turns and turns and lifts you, revels in your delighted laugh. He shocks himself with his returning laugh—not snide nor attractive, but truly overjoyed.

When you land on your feet, the music comes to an end, and George and you are still laughing. Both of your chests meet with each huff, swelling with air and pride.

George knows it’s not about the crown anymore.

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[wallflower-collection]

George Weasley Drabble

“Georgie, wait,” you cried out as he dashed down the hallway and out the door. “You’re total gits for that,” you said before you ran off to catch up with George. You had been talking with the twins and their friend Lee, when the conversation turned to how hopelessly in love George was with you. That happened to be something you knew nothing about until Lee and Fred brought it up.

Before you even had time to react, George had already started down the hall. He was completely mortified. You brace yourself for the cold winter air as you pushed open the heavy wooden door. George was sitting on the fountain in the courtyard and was taking in an incredibly deep breath. His head turned in your direction with the sound of the door closings behind you. “Are you okay,” you asked as you hugged your arms tightly around yourself.

George nodded his head then said, “Are you?”

“Yeah, I’m better than okay actually. I just found out that a very handsome man fancies me.” You finally saw an absolutely gorgeous smile on George’s face. You sat down next to him on the cold stone fountain. “You’re shaking,” his voice was laced with concern. George quickly unbuttoned his flannel shirt and placed it over your shoulders. It left him in only a tight long sleeve tee shirt. He placed his arm over your shoulders and pulled you tightly to him. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed by any of that,” you said.

“It’s just not at all how I was planning on confessing my feelings to you. Fred kept threatening that if I didn’t tell you, he’d find a way too. I wish I would’ve just told you sooner.”

“Why didn’t you? You had to have known I had feelings for you,” you said.

“I was too afraid of you never talking to me again if you didn’t have feelings for me,” he answered.

“ George Weasley, you’re a fool for thinking I wouldn’t be head over heels for you.”

George chuckled at that statement before saying,” I’m only a fool for you.” You could feel warmth spread across your cheeks even in the miserable cold. You slowly placed a soft kiss on George’s jaw and he turned to place a kiss on your forehead. “I think we should get back inside before we freeze,” you said.

“As long as I can go back to your dorm with you. We have a lot to talk about,” George said.

“Oh, I’m sure you want to do a lot of talking,” you said with raised eyebrows.

“I really do,” George pleaded,” I still have to give my real confession of love and then ask you on a date. Then we could have a wicked snogging session.”

“Okay then, c’mon,” you said with a laugh and stood up. You pulled on George’s arm and led him back to the door. He held the door open for you and then took your hand in his. You looked down the hall and saw Fred and Lee. Both were giving two thumbs up and excitedly jumping around.

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Okay but hear me out Georgie getting off to eating you out 🥵 Boy just screams like the type that would enjoy absolutely devouring you. Soz if you aren't doing NSFW thoughts but like Ima thot that had to share it 😌

babe i always do nsfw thoughts !!! listen. he would love eating you out. especially seeing that particular look on your gorgeous face— your eyes fluttering shut and you biting your swollen lip in an attempt to contain your moans. but he hates it when you do that, though. he wants— no, he needs to hear your pretty moans. especially when you tell him how good it feels. god, it makes him go absolutely insane. all i can say is, prepare to cum multiple times that night

all nsfw daydreams

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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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