Birds To Spellbooks- epilogue

A/ N- i was very seriously considering having the two of them break up but we have gone through enough :’) yall deserve a happy ending so here it is i love u muah

June 1st, the last day of fourth year for y/n. Today she was accompanied by George Weasley at the black lake (a popular spot for the duo) for their last day of the year together. The two hadn’t labeled themselves as ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’, it was deeper than that, they felt. Their hearts just belonged to each other, and everyone knew it. They’d been inseparable since the night of the yule ball where they spent the night at the astronomy tower, exchanging early vows and promising their young lives to one another. Stupid, young love. When you’re young and immature you grow up and grow apart from the ones you say you’ll be with forever, but experience is healthy and forever isn’t as long as most people would like it to be. Forever is a lie, and y/n and George had come to terms with it. Their forever was spent cherishing their youth together.

“My love?” George muttered, looking down at their entwined fingers, his playing with the rings on hers. He looked at the matching ones on his.

Her eyelids fluttered at his soft words before looking up at him. “Hm?”

It was hard for him to speak. The whole day for George had been spent trying not to cry at the thought of having to leave her side soon. He nervously tried to get his question out.

Her hand left his and lifted his chin up to look at her.

“Would you like to visit me this summer?” Her soft eyes melted his heart and his words came out easier.

This detail of their relationship had developed over the course of finals. George had been stressed beyond belief while y/n helped him study. He would ruffle his hair in frustration and rub tears from his eyes until they were red. The first time he did it, y/n placed her hands on his over his eyes and moved them. Her face would be closer to his and she’d look into his eyes and tell him he was going to do wonderful. They’d look into each other’s eyes until he’d calmed down and she started giggling, causing him to laugh. Her eyes were a safe haven for him, he was comfortable.

His question about visiting him over the summer made her heart race as she struggled to compose herself. “I’d love nothing more. Maybe sneaking out at night will be easier somewhere smaller.” She laughed.

He didn’t notice how lit up his face was, as he was too focused on hers. He didn’t even think before he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her with every ounce of love he’d given her every single day since the Yule Ball. She would be asking his parents for every embarrassing story of him, and he would be beginning his blessing speech for her father.

Prompt:getting drunk w/ your boyfriend Fred would include + mini blurbs

Warning:drinking, swearing, and some suggestive wording

Word Count: 2.2k

Notes:n/a

• Parties are not an uncommon event in the Gryffindor common room
• Alcohol and drink mixtures of all sorts are being poured left and right every weekend
• Most weekend you have a drink or two while catching up with your friends after a busy week of school
• Other weekends you choose the path of getting plastered alongside your boyfriend off smuggled liquor and bottle of beer
• On these night in particular, 
• Fred does not let you out of his sight
• At all
  
• Unless of course Lee challenges him to a beer pong match then he’ll carefully usher you over the couch where he can keep an eye on you while he’s playing
  
• Has to pause the match like 20 times to chase after you and lead you over to his side
  “Y/n! You know you can’t out drink Seamus- he’s Irish! C’mon, come watch me kick George and Lee’s ass. They’re so bad it takes two of them to even manage a winning shot yet somehow they still suck!”
• Loves it when you cheer him on
  
• Is constantly glancing over to reassure himself you haven’t run off again
  
• Your distraction is heightened in this state
  
• So he feels the need to be your second set of eyes
  
• Which had come in handy many a times
  
• Like when Ron dared you to touch the burning fire while he was wasted on dragon barrel brandy
  
• “Don’t be a pussy, Y/n. Swipe your hand real fast and you won’t even feel a thing-”
  “Y/n, pull your hand away from that fire, love. Ron, what the fuck? Are you trying to set my girlfriend up in flames? Angel, Ron is an idiot, you know that, don’t do anything he says again.”
  “Hey!”

• And the time when you all were playing strip poker and Fred quite literally threw himself on top of your body to cover your chest when George teased you to take your bra off and your hands reached back for the clasps
  
• (( he bitched at George for five minutes straight for that suggestion ))
  
• Fred knew you were not one to back down from a challenge, especially when drunk and not considering the consequences or regret that would follow
  
• So he always made sure you never embarrassed yourself too much or did anything you’d be wanting to take back come morning
  
• During any Gryffindor party, Fred is the life of it
  
• When he’s not preoccupied fawning over you, he’s hopping around with George seeking out trouble
  
• The man throws back liquor like its water
  
• Claims he knows his limits, but he really doesn’t
  
• He is a touchy drunk
  
• Hands brushing through your hair as you chat on the couch
  
• Arms wrapped around your shoulder as you laugh along with your friends
  
• Fingers laced in yours whenever you’re near
  
• He craves your touch even more so when the liquor taints his veins
• Let’s be real, Fred is not exactly the type of boyfriend to try to get you to stop drinking
  
• He still makes sure you’re safe and not over drinking but,
  
• Most of the times,
  
• He’s the one pouring the shots for you
  
• And mixing the drinks
  
• But he always knows when to stop, and when you’ve had enough to drink
  
• He tries to mentally keep note of how many drinks you’ve had but loses track once he reaches about five on his own end
  
• Sometimes he’ll silently swap out your glass of whiskey for a glass of pumpkin juice
  
• It’s obvious to Fred that he made the right choice when he watched as you sipped gleefully on the juice, not making a single comment on the dramatic change in taste
  
• In these moments he begins to prepare himself for a night of babysitting you
  
• And he’s so sweet in helping you on the nights when you go an inch- or ten- overboard
  
• Carries you up to your bed and helps you change out of your clothes and into new ones for bed
  
• He gets you wipes to take of your makeup, if you’re wearing any, and he’ll sit you between his legs on your bed while he brushes through your hair
  
• After you’re properly ready for bed, Fred makes sure to set a glass of water on your nightstand incase you get thirsty and a bag of crackers if you get hungry
  
• Stays the night without question when you ask
  
• Other times he stays regardless of if you do or don’t
  
• Your roommates don’t mind seeing as he takes care of you meaning they don’t have to
  
• He’ll lay on his back and usher you over to place you head on his chest
  
• His fingertips will soothingly trail up and down you back, lulling you into a deep sleep with the rhythmic motion
  
• Tries his best to make sure you fall asleep first
  
• Drunk Fred really has no control over his sleep habits and has a tendency to pass out from sudden exhaustion at any moment
  
• One second him and George are fucking around with partygoers, supply them with different products of theirs, and causing pure chaos
  
• The next second Fred was snoozing away while he laid on the couch with his head in your lap
  
• Then he was back up an going again
  
• Like a toddler on a sugar high
  
• He’s such a giggly drunk
  
• Kisses to the tip of your nose
  
• Always smiling over at you and complimenting you  
  
• “Have I told you how breathtaking you look tonight?”
  “Only ten times, but I’m okay with elven.”
  “Let’s make it twelve, you looks absolutely stunning- so pretty, and all mine.”
  
• The boy can’t help it, you make him feel weightless with happiness sober and the feeling only intensifies when he’s been drinking
  
• There are nights when Fred can’t seem to taste the scorching burn of the liquor anymore after about six shots and it these nights where George and yourself are left dragging him up the stairs
  
• George will beg you to stay the night because he can’t handle Fred’s drunken rambling about how much he misses you
  
• And you agree because, how could you say no to Fred’s adorable puppy dog eyes and grabby hands longing for you to cuddle with him
  
• If you two are both drunk, you’ll stay up talking- or rather whispering- under his comforter
  
• He’ll stumble over his words and jumps from topic to topic in the blink of an eye
  
• Uncontrollable giggles as he whispers- or rather stutters- out the most confusing jokes you’ve ever heard
  
• Like
  
• “Angel, angel…”
  “Yes, Freddie?”
  “What happens when a toad’s car breaks down?”
  “I dunno…”
  “It gets froged!”
  “I’m sorry, come again? Isn’t it meant to be the frog’s car that breaks down and it gets ‘toad’…not ‘froged’?”
• But he’s out like a light before you can get an explanation
  
• He breathes like darth vader when he’s in his drunken slumber
  
• Yet its somehow comforting in an odd way
  
• Like it reminds you that he’s there holding you
  
• And also that he’s still alive, which is surprising at times with the amount of drinks he consumes in one night
  
  
• If you think Fred acts reckless sober, he thinks he’s invincible when he’s drunk which is even worse
  
• He’ll agree to almost anything
  
• If Ron were to tell him he bet Fred wouldn’t jump from the Astrology Tower all the way down to the courtyard? Fred would do it just in spite of him
  
• The only time this attitude of his had gotten him into trouble was when Fred, George and Lee came up with the grand idea to go down the boy’s dormitory staircase on mattresses
  
• Fred, being the brilliant man he is, decided to go first
  
• You had been gossiping away in the common room to Hermione about a new Muggle actor the two of you had seen in a film when you heard the loud crashing, followed by the voice you loved so much groaning in agony
  
• By the time you reached the opening to the stairwell, George and Lee were aiding Fred down the stone steps, carefully avoiding his ankle which had been twisted in an inhuman position
  
• Madam Pomfrey surprisingly kept hum about Fred’s intoxication and instead scolded him for hours on end about his reckless, mindless choice to try to slide down, winding, steep, stone steps
  
• Once news reached the professors the nest morning, McGoagall dismissed 40 points from Gryffindor for the incident
  
• Using your mattress to surf down the twirling stairwell has since been prohibited
  
• On a separate occasion Fred had accident lit the edge of the curtain on fire
  
• You can always tell when he’s reached that level by the volume in his tone
  
• It tends to get deeper the more intoxicated he becomes
  
• And his words slowly slur together into a string of blabber
  
• Mostly compliments, sweet words, and sometimes suggestive ones as well
  
  
• Fred gets a bit more… forward when he’s got that liquid courage soaring through him
  
• His hands will start to roam slowly from around your waist to your lower back, then resting on your bum
  
• He gets turned on watching you play beer pong for some reason
  
• Especially when you win
  
• Maybe it’s the view he’s graced with when you bend to bounce the pin pong ball
  
• Or the feistiness that arises when the match gets hot
  
• It’s more than enticing for him
  
• Fred can feel his frame get stiffer everytime you bend across the table to retrieve the cup and chug the beer from it
  
• When the round has ceased and you’re declared champion yet again, Fred steps forward to pull you in for a hug
  
• As he gives you a kiss on the cheek, he whispers, 
  
• “Good girl! Now if you beat George again I’ll give you a special surprise later tonight, angel.”
  
• Which makes your knees weak like jell-o as your frame pushes into his for support
  
• It doesn’t help that you can feel just how excited he is through the denim of his jeans
  
• Fred dips his head to plant a trail of wet, teasing kisses along the skin of your warm neck until George was groaning and pleading for you to start the match
  
• You practically shook for the entirety of the game, still managing to sink almost every shot into a cup forcing George to drink for the majority of it
  
• He ended up tapping out once you nailed the seventh cup in a row and kept your winning streak alive due to his need to find a trash can immediately
  
• You stopped there to join Fred by his side as he smiled to you, clearly pleased that you won
  
• “Looks like someone is getting rewarded tonight.”
• His arm draped around your shoulder as you leaned into his side, your cheeks flaring from the mass of bodies but mostly from Fred’s suggestive promise
  
• He only forced you to suffer through the party for another ten minutes or so before pouring one last shot for the both of you, then nearly pushing you up the winding stairs to his dorm
  
• Lets just say he certainly fulfilled on his promise- more than once that night
• Loves it when you sit in his lap when you’re on the couch together
  
• Whispers dirty secrets into your ear
  
• Drunk Fred leaves hickies under the clothes
  
• He’s not the type to care who’s around, he’ll try to slide his hand up your skirt in front of nearly anyone when he’s inebriated
  
• “Fred- you’re brother is sitting right there, stop it!”
  “Shhhh, angel. He’s not even watching, right George?”
  “Right, Fred.”
  “See?”
• To which you glare dangerous at him as you place his hand back in his lap, but Fred continues to smirk in amusement
• It’s like you’re a preschool teacher constantly having to tell a child to keep their hands to themselves, Fred just refuses to listen
  
  
• Fred doesn’t necessarily get jealous of other guys
  
• He trusts you and he’s confident enough in your relationship not to feel threatened by other guys
  
• However he is possessive af over you when he’s been drinking
  
• In a sweet way tho
  
• Literally wants all your time and attention when he’s drunk
  
• If you don’t feel like dancing, he’ll ask you to come watch him dance
  
• When you say you need to use the bathroom, he’ll ask a million times if you want him to come with
  
• If George places a bet against Fred in a game of cards, Fred will drag you over to sit next to him as Seamus shuffles the deck and prepares the table
  
• He’ll show you his cards and tell you to pick one
  
• Even though he knows you’re completely unaware of the rules to the game, he loves the smile of excitement that appears on your face when he lets you
  
• And in the rare times that you do say no, he works his magic with those big doe eyes and pouty lip until you say yes
  
• It brings him comfort when you’re by his side
  
• Your nights end the same each day, wrapped in his arms listening to the relaxing thump of his heart as the two of you doze off, both silently dreading the awaiting hangover than would surely greet you first thing in the morning, but you wouldn’t want it any other way
  

Meadow (George Weasley x Reader)

Prompt: Hi, maybe fred or george (you can choose) and the reader are spending the afternoon in a flower meadow together? (sorry for my english, it’s not my first language)

Notes: okay I’m sure spring break isn’t a thing at hogwarts but for this write, it is . hope you enjoy !!

Warnings: none, just a lot of fluff cause everyone loves george

Word Count:3.5k

Spring break was winding down to a close as early April broke through. New life was brought to fruition as the snow from the harsh winter evaporated into the ground. Outside the grounds of the Weasley’s home were fields and fields of open land. Flowers sprouted in every step creating a kaleidoscope of colors. Those tumbling plains seemed to extend for miles beyond the horizon. Just beyond those grassy hills and slopes was a large, secluded meadow.

It was the early hours of a Saturday morning when a pair invaded the area far before the sun began to rise. The meadow Y/n and George had been occupying seemed to be the perfect location to view the birth of the new season. The perfect spot to enjoy each other’s company. Soon they would be ushered back to Kings Cross and board the Hogwarts Express- George for his last time and Y/n, well it certainly wouldn’t be her last time, no matter how hard she dreamed it was. The topic of George leaving Hogwarts was one the couple tip-toed around. Break was only two weeks but that meant two extra weeks for the pair to be together. With the school year tumbling to an end, George would be leaving school soon with his brother to start his dream and Y/n would be stuck needing to finish her last year at Hogwarts alone. The girl was a year below her boyfriend and although it never caused any friction for the pair, the gap was finally giving them issues.

In George’s mind, arriving to his last school year was both an accomplishment, and a burden. As excited as he was to finally leave those stone walls that held him back, the last thing he wanted was to leave her behind. It didn’t make any of the pain easier knowing that he’d be leaving alongside Fred earlier than the rest of their classmates. Y/n had been the only other living soul Fred and George had filled in on their grand exit plan. They needed someone to keep guard and be a lookout so who better than the one person they trusted not to run their mouth.

There was a heavy smell of earth in the air, mixed with the faint odor of new growth. The vivid green leaves and the cheerful colors of the blossoms are a feast. Flowers popped up from the soiled ground and the fruit hanging from the trees were starting to come to life.

The couple had spent a good portion of their break at the secluded meadow. In a way, it became their little secret spot. Not that it was a secret location by any means. Fred and George had discovered the meadow a few years back when they had ventured miles away from the burrow. The boys were always adventurous, especially when Molly and Arthur finally allowed them free range outside the family home when they were eleven. There were miles and miles of tall grass and woodland that made it easy to get lost. Of course with Fred and George, losing their way was never a worry. When the boys stumbled upon the breathtaking meadow, George seemed to be the only one interested in their find. Fred had wandered off into the section of forest they entered through, his attention captured by a group of baby deer camouflage in the woods. For years George would wander back to the meadow on his own when he needed a break from the loudness of his siblings or grew tired of Ron trailing on his coattails every turn. He promised himself he would keep the spot to himself, let it be his own private sanctuary. This plan ran smooth for a few years before George made the exception to break the rule for one person only.

But for now, the two could only take advantage of the time they had together and they didn’t intend to spend a second apart. It looked as if Y/n and George had stepped straight into a storybook. The grass was Eden-green and thigh-high to a thrush. A neon-blue ribbon of river ran through the ground in a squiggle line. A party of bright yellow ducklings scattered in the calm water, small quacks filling the air. Chirping and sweet songs from the birds made that feeling of Spring become a reality. Buzzing bumble bees and wildflowers sprung along the land. The sounds of nature engulfed the girl whole as she melted into the soft grass.

“I could stay here for the rest of my life- away from people, away from the world. It’s peaceful.” Y/n hummed softly. Her large doe eyes observed the clouds that formed a perfect line-up in the baby blue sky, as if they were boats safely moored in celestial harbour. Peeks of sunlight seeped in through the cracks in the fluffy clouds casting a shimmering light as they danced slowly by in the sky. Just a moment before she was listing off all the animals and objects she saw in the sky. Now she was considering the thought of staring at them forever.

George stole a quick glance down where she laid in his lap. Strands of her h/c hair flowing across his legs and hands. It tickled against his skin as a light breeze swept past. Her abrupt words had caught him off guard. He had missed the sound of her voice for the last hour, although adored the trance-like state of happiness that she was in so he was constantly biting his tongue to keep his thoughts from pouring out. Now that she was somewhat back to earth, he was eager to chat. Tilting his head in her direction George raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah?” He questioned.

A smile graced her lips as she nodded in confirmation. The land was beautiful, unlike anything she had seen. There certainly weren’t any meadows with such serenity as this in the city of London. For once in her life she could hear the sound of her heart beating in the quietness of the open land and she loved it. No cars honking, no crabby cityfolk shoving their way through crowds, no taxi drivers screaming at pedestrians to move, no bright lights, just nature and all of its creations.

Extending her arm, Y/n pointed out to the land. George followed her direction to see she was gesturing to a small section of the meadow that was surrounded by an eyecatching army of poppies and bellflowers. A large willow tree stood towering over the side. In the middle was a bare section- large enough for a home to fit. Y/n grinned in excitement as she suddenly sat up straight.

“Yeah. Build a little cottage, start a garden, maybe even a family… I think it would be lovely.” She said dreamily. Her eyes looked up to George in wonder, silently asking him to share his opinion. Mirroring her previous actions, George scanned the meadow. He placed his hand against his chin, pretending to think long and hard about her idea. Y/n giggled besides him and shoved him lightly on the shoulder. He chuckled in response and leaned back into the log supporting him. George nodded in agreement to the pondering dream.

There was a casual grace to the meadow, as if it has a peripheral awareness of its own beauty yet would rather be at peace in this warm sun. It was quaint and humble yet glowing in - like a glorious mansion hidden away in a forest. A hidden gem that was to be kept away from the rest of society. Their own little happy place that opened and bloomed just for them. There was something so magical about the meadow that George couldn’t pass it up. It felt like fate leading him there- leading them.

“Think we could make that work. The family part is a definante- it’s just building a home that’ll take a bit of time. We could get started on making a family of our own right now-” George was cut off when a hand clamped over his mouth. Although he was only joking, he wouldn’t be opposed to the idea.

“George-” She warned playfully.

“Or in a few years. But living out here would be nice. ‘S not like I got to worry about commuting for work. It’d be a nice escape from the shop once we get business running, and once you graduate. Not to mention moving out here would mean I’d get to see more of you in that pretty dress. Flowers in your hair… you look so enchanting, darling.” A bashfulness struck Y/n to her core at his words. Her eyes instinctively shot down to the grass as a paint of red rose to her face. George’s heart quite literally stuttered at her reaction. Making her blush, seeing her smile because of something he said never failed to bring a sense of happiness to George. That damn smile, he thought to himself. He was sure she could convince him of anything when that innocent look took over. It was natural for her. Y/n was simply ethereal in every way.

His hand brushed as gently as a feather across the skin of her cheek. Pushing the daisy back in place behind her ear, George drew his hand down from her ear to her neck. Gripping her softly George pulled her towards his body, lessening the space between the pair. Dipping his head he leaned in towards the girl until their lips were only inches apart. He smirked teasingly, ready to make a remark when Y/n took matters into her own hands.

Linking her hand around his chin she pulled his face in hers with a deep kiss. Although she initiated the gesture, it was George’s response that made her lose all sense of control. His large hands moved from her face to her waist in an instant. Much to Y/n’s surprise he lifted her without warning, still holding her lips in his, and placed her in his lap so she was facing him. Her hands instinctively switched to wrap around his neck for stability. Fingers gripped at his short ginger locks as she adjusted her hips into his.

Y/n’s heart pounded in her chest as her entire body got weaker. She could only focus on how soft he felt against her mouth, how addictively he invaded all her senses. Everytime their lips met a rush of adrenaline and love ran through her veins. The muscles in her body went limp at his touch, jelly like. George held a tight lock around her waist keeping her steady against him. He slipped his tongue against her mouth, visibly shuddering when she slid her tongue against his in return. Tension was pooling by the second as the kiss intensified. Y/n’s strawberry dress cascaded down the side of legs as she repositioned in his lap earning a groan from George. Hot breath fanned against her face briefly at her movements. His hand darted from the small of her back to the exposed skin on her upper thigh, pushing her further into his body. The vibration of his voice against her lips and the tight grip of his hands on her thighs sent shivers down her spine. His kiss was sweet, like a long awaited embrace. Stars blurred her vision as George gripped her against his chest. The moment was quickly turning into a not so innocent kiss causing Y/n to slowly detach her lips from his. As she pulled away she remained sat in his lap, fingers brushing along the skin of his face as she admired his beauty. A smug smile was displayed on his face while he repositioned his hands behind his body to hold the pair up. Still holding his face in her palms, Y/n pressed forward to scatter a line of kisses on his cheeks. He chuckled in amusement before her kiss latched to his mouth once more. Between short and passionate pecks she fought for words to tell him how much he meant to her. She wanted to tell him all the emotions of love and desire he brought onto her. Tell him how she could never live with another- how he was the only one she wanted for the rest of her life.

“You’re too good to me, George.” She whispered against his lips. The lack of space between them was intoxicating. Heat emanated from George’s cheeks as he desperately attempted to regain his breath and compose himself. His chest was light with air caused by the sweetness of the girl before him. A small smear of glitter lip gloss covered his bottom lip in a shine.

George tasted a hint of bubble gum as his tongue swept along the skin of his bottom lip.

“I’d give you the whole world if I could but I’m afraid I don’t have the coins for that yet, princess.” Pressing his forehead against hers, George hummed the words. Y/n shook her head with a smile as she countered his grand proposition with one of her own.

“All I need is a quaint, cozy cottage out here and you… well a dog or a kitten would be nice too.” She laughed.

George could only stare at her in that moment. Her words registered although the naturalness to her beauty was too much for him to process. The sun hit her back in with such purpose it was as if she were an angel breaking through the sky. Her strawberry midi dress flowed down her sides and pooled in between his legs. Pretty pink satin clung to her form. The sparkling red strawberries fitted her perfectly. The ruffles on her shoulders gave her the look of a cottage princess, a fairy even. Hair flowing freely in the wind, it was a sight he’d never grow tired of seeing. He’d never seen someone as breathtaking as her.

Taking advantage of his silence, Y/n looked up to George in seriousness. His large brown eyes stared lovingly back to her. Gesturing to the meadow surrounding them, Y/n asked him,

“Do you think you’d be happy out here?”

George tore his stare from the girl to scope out the land once more. All the years he spent wandering down here alone in his mind and looking for some sort of answer to life, now he had found it. He could already picture where he would build a playset for the children and where he’d be able to make a small Quidditch pitch to teach your future kids. Ideas were forming for the house and how many rooms you’d both want. George was thinking somewhere around eight- extra room for more kids. Mapped out where the house would go, where he’d build a garden for you, figured out what tree would be perfect for him to put together a treehouse with Fred for the kids, and where the path would go towards the lake. The layout was quickly forming and he wanted in.

Y/n watched in curiosity as the thoughts swarmed through her lover’s head. She could see him intently thinking things over, then smiling before tilting his face back down at the girl. His head moved down so his lips could press against the skin of her forehead as he kissed her.

“Darling, as long as I’m with you, I’ll be more than happy.” He reassured her.

Y/n melted into the warmth provided by his lips. Her body leaned into his, desperate for more of him. George wrapped his arm around her shoulder tightly and fixed his body so he was sitting tall. She clung to his frame like a koala to a tree, burying her face into the material of his hoodie.

“Once I graduate?” Her muffled voice vibrated against his sternum. George ran his fingers up and down her spine as he held her tight.

“Once you graduate.” George repeated sincerely. Although they’d gone over the conversation a million different times, Y/n couldn’t help the shadow of doubts that crept into her mind. She trusted George with all her heart- every inch of her being but they’d be living in two separate worlds for a year and she worried that was something he might not want. Maybe he would realize he wanted to be with a girl his age, or someone older, someone not stuck at Hogwarts. Even without reason for worry, it still came.

Remaining in his hold yet moving back slightly, Y/n’s eyes darted to the flower covered ground. Her fingers ran along the petals absentmindedly as she worked to find the courage to speak. Her shift in emotions did not go unnoticed by the boy. George focused on the look of contemplation adorning her. As adorable as she looked, he hated seeing her in the slightest bit of distress. This went for any situation whether Y/n was stressed about a class, feeling ill, or just sad because she’s hungry, George does everything in his control to fix it for her.

“You’ll wait for me?” The sudden question took George aback. Her tone was a mix of innocence and fear. His confusion arose for the grave manner of her inquiry. Even if her worries were astonishingly unworldly to George, he knew better than to shut down her insecurities brashly. If the topic at hand weren’t so significant to their relationship, he might even crack a joke. However the seriousness in her features was not to be ignored.

George reached out to interlock his fingers through her warm hands. That comforting smile of his graced his face as he brought her knuckles up to his lips and placed a trial of kisses along the bones.

“Of course I’ll wait, love. No other girl I’d want to spend the rest of my life with- no other girl I want to call my wife, the mother of my children. No one but you, my love.” George insisted. It seemed magical to Y/n the way he always knew exactly what to say. Always so heartfelt and honest in meaning. He never told her a lie to make her happy but somehow managed to piece together a perfect string of words to make her whole again. Something in the way he spoke, in his words, it made her believe nearly anything was plausible. Most of all, she trusted him and believed that he had every intention of sticking around, which brought a sneaking grin to Y/n’s face. All those worries washed away at his words. It was a part she loved deeply about him.

The feeling of George’s touch smoothing over the bottom of her pink dress pulled Y/n back to the meadow. The scent of lavender and vanilla wafted past his nose from the perfume he had gifted her for Christmas. His fingers would skim against her bare leg in a teasing fashion as he smirked. Y/n let out a giggle at the tickling sensation of his touch. Her arms wrapped around his neck for support while her bashful grin never ceased.

“There’s that pretty smile.” George remarked with a chuckle. A sense of victory took hold of him at seeing her worries vanish. Arms locked around his neck, Y/n pulled him towards her as her head fell to his chest. Given their limited time, all the couple wanted to do for the next month was be in each other’s arms. George cherished every opportunity he got to hold her, knowing he’d spend the next year missing her everyday. It came in the little things as well like the way her hair always smelled like a basket of delicious fruits, or how she’d hum to herself while they were studying together. He already knew he’d spend most days babbling on to Fred about how much he missed Y/n. Break was almost over which meant the twins would be leaving Hogwarts for good within a few weeks. Y/n dreaded the idea of not seeing George every day, not getting to kiss him or hug him. George hated thinking about having to hear from her through letters and not getting to hear that sweet laughter every day. So for now, all George wanted was to hold his girl and enjoy the excitement for their future he felt budding inside of him.

The colors in the sky were starting to grow brighter by the minute and without saying it, the pair both knew they’d be needing to head back to The Burrow for lunch sooner then they’d care to admit. In the serenity of the meadows the couple found a sense of home. Y/n soaked in their last bits of time in the meadow before George mentioned them heading back. Although neither moved at his words but instead remained holding onto one another.

“I love you, George.”

“I love you more, princess.”

Pairing: George Weasley x reader 

Warnings:angst, fluff

Words:3k

Summary: It is finally Christmas and you aren’t sure what to do or feel after George’s confession.

a/n:  English isn’t my first laungage so sorry for all the mistakes!

requests are open!

part one,part two,part three

The next morning you woke up before the girls did, you barely slept for couple of hours that night because last night’s conversation with George was playing over and over in your head and because of the slight pain in the back of your head, but mostly just George. He made you so angry, how can he tell you he loves you when he is with someone else. You shake your head angrily as you get up from the mattress on the floor. Looking over to make sure that Hermione and Ginny are still fast asleep. The smell of Molly’s cooking was lingering in the air as you get ready for the day. Looking at the clock to see that it was only 8 in the morning, all the boys in the house would be sleeping for at least couple more hours.

Quietly making your way downstairs, not wanting to wake anyone up. You smile when you see the Christmas tree in the living room. Underneath the tree were a lot of presents, even if the three oldest brothers weren’t home.

“Good morning dear.” You hear Molly sing to you from the kitchen, when you turn to look at her you see her cooking with a bright smile on her face.

“Good Morning Molly.” You smile as you make your way to her. “Can I help with anything?“ 

“No need love I have everything handled here. Why are you up so early?” She turns to look at you this time with a more worried look. “How are you feeling? Are you in any pain anymore?” It felt nice to be cared for, how you wished your own parents were more like her and Arthur.

“I’m feeling okay, no pain so no need to worry.” You let her know as you look around the kitchen. “Couldn’t sleep any longer.” you continue after a while, not wanting to tell her that her son’s words were stuck in her mind. “Are you sure you don’t need any help?” You ask again. You wanted to help in any way you could because she had opened her home to you.

“Good to hear that you feel better love and yes I’m sure that I don’t need any help. I still have time till the others will wake up. You know the boys they love to sleep in when they have the change.” She laughs at her own words as she turns back to the food that she is preparing.

“Oh okay, well if you are sure that you don’t need my help I could go on a walk to clear my mind.” You tell her, not wanting to bother her when she was doing her thing.

“I’m here if you want to talk about anything.” She gives you a loving smile over her shoulder and you nod your head to her. “Don’t go far, I will call for you when others get up so we can have breakfast and open presents together.” You give her one last thankful smile as you put on your shoes and a jacket before walking out of the door into the cold winter air. You pause for a second to take in the beautiful snowy morning. The sun was rising and the ground was white and it was snowing lightly. Pulling your beanie on your head before you start walking, not sure where you are headed.

You were so mad at George that you were considering just leaving the Burrow, packing your bags and going back to Hogwarts early but how could you do that to Molly and the others. They all had been so nice and welcoming, showing you that they really did care for you and wanted you to be there. Fred and Ginny would be mad at you if you just left, so you decided to stay.

Letting out a groan as you think about George again, that boy seems to live inside your head at this point. All you ever wanted to hear George tell you he was in love with you but never had you imagined it to be this way, he was with Heather and you weren’t about to be the reason why she would get hurt. George needed to make up his mind and maybe he didn’t even mean it, maybe he just said it because you got hurt and he felt bad, that must be it. George Weasley wasn’t in love with you and he never would be. George was with Heather and they were happy, he didn’t mean it like you thought he meant it. He loved you like he loved Ginny, like you were his sister.

You were so in your head that you didn’t realise where your legs had led you to. You are standing in front of a big tree which happened to be the same tree that had George’s and Fred’s treehouse in it. Your eyes wander up to the treehouse, the same one that you and George usually hid in so you could have some alone time. A small smile makes its way to your lips, all the happy memories this place holds warms your heart. You climb up the stairs into the treehouse. You step into it and look around it, it had been only months since you last been in there but it still felt like it had been years.

It was full of George’s and Fred’s products, books and quidditch things. You find yourself smiling as you see a small picture frame, it’s a picture of you and the twins laughing like crazy people. You remember that day well, it was your first time visiting the Burrow. Summer was about to end and George and Fred begged you to visit before school started and your parents let you. You had so much fun with the boys and that had to be one of the best weeks of your life.

“Stay still for a moment! I want a picture of you all!” Molly tried her best to make you three stop laughing, Arthur was holding the camera up ready to take the picture when you all were ready.

“It wasn’t even that funny!” You laugh at George, he had made a stupid joke which was so bad that made you all laugh.

“And still you are laughing at it!” George tried to defend his joke.

“Not at the joke we are laughing at you George!” Fred’s words only make you all laugh even harder.

“Just take the picture Arthur, they will never stop laughing!” Molly groans and Arthur does as his wife asks him.

“y/n! Come inside everyone is awake!” Molly’s sweet voice brings you out of your thoughts. It must have been over an hour since you went on your walk, but you were so lost in your own thoughts that you hadn’t realised how much time had passed. You quickly make your way back to the house, as you walk inside the warmth hits you and that’s when you realise how cold you were, your fingers felt like they might fall off. You take off your shoes and jacket before making your way to the kitchen. It smelled even better than it had before your walk. Almost everyone was sitting at the table beside you and the twins so that left three seats open, two next to each other and one between Ginny and Ron.

“Boys come on now everyone is waiting for you!” Molly yells up the stairs as you sit down next to Ginny and Ron, both of them looking at you weirdly because usually you sat next to George.

“Coming Mum! George lost something!” Fred yells as he runs down the stairs as he pulls his sweater over his head.

Fred stops when he walks into the kitchen looking around the table and then at you, he smiles and gives you a knowing look as he sits down on one of the free chairs. Then you hear George run down after his twinand he does the same, when he makes it into the kitchen he looks at the empty chair next to his twin brother and then at you, but you don’t look at him you just stare at the empty plate in front of you.

“Morning everyone.” George mumbles as he sits down, you can feel his eyes burning into you, nevertheless you don’t look back at him.

“Go on the dig in before it gets any colder.” Molly speaks up and everyone starts piling the food on their plates. Ginny and Fred excitedly talked about the huge amount of gifts under the Christmas tree. You try your best to finish your plate, but George’s eyes on you made you nervous, uncomfortable and maybe a little sick, suddenly you weren’t hungry anymore.

“Are you eating that?” Ron suddenly asks you, Hermione hits him like always when he said something stupid. “What!? If she isn’t I wouldn’t mind, so are you?” Ron turns back to you and you have to giggle at them. One day they would realise that they liked each other and end up together; they already acted like a married couple.

“Go ahead Ron you can have it.” You smile at him as he empties your plate of food onto his own.

“You are suck a pig, Ron.” Hermione mumbles from next to him. After everyone is finished eating you make your way to the living room. You sit down on the couch next to Hermione and Harry. Molly starts sharing the gifts, she gives you couple packages and you thank her. You open the soft on first, already excited about it. You pull out a beautiful blue sweater with your name’s first letter on it with yellow.

“Wow Molly this is gorgeous.” You tell her happily, you could feel tears burning your eyes. Molly’s gift made you feel so happy and you appreciated that she had found the time to make you a sweater.

“I heard from a little bird that you love my sweaters so I had to make one for you.” She smiles at you warmly. In the other packages were a new muggle book you told Hermione about, beautiful hand made earrings from Ginny, a box of chocolate from Ron and Harry and puking pastilles from Fred and George. You were so happy with all the gifts you received but it made you happier to look at how all of them reacted to your gifts to them. You got Molly a muggle cooking book, Arthur a rubber duck, Ginny a muggle polaroid camera, Hermione fancy quill sett, a box of chocolate frogs for Ron, Harry a quidditch book and the twins you gave a couple of things from the Zonko’s joke shop that they had wanted.

“Thank you so much y/n! George, can you please take a picture of us?” Ginny hugs you and then turns to her older brother giving him the new camera. You give the best smile you can as George takes a picture of you two.

“Can we talk?” George asks you as he gives the camera back to his sister. “Please?” George continues as he sees the look on your face.

“mm, okay, sure.” You reply unsurely. You get up and walk after him up the stairs so you two could talk in private. He opens the door to his bedroom and lets you in before closing the door after you two. You don’t know what to do so you awkwardly just stand in the middle of the room looking at his shoes, not wanting to see the look on his face.

“I got you this.” George finally speaks up, his voice makes you look at his beautiful face. He gives you a small box, it looks like a jewelry box.

“But you already gave me a gift?” You were confused about the new gift.

“That gift was from both of us but this is just from me.” He tells you anxiously looking at the gift in your hand. “Open it.” You look up at him quickly before you open the box, a small gasp falls from your lips when you see what’s inside. “Do you like it?” George whispers due to the silence that falls upon you.

“I-It’s beautiful Georgie.” You whisper back to him, inside the box was the most beautiful neckless you have ever seen. It was shaped like a heart and it had beautiful small details all over it.

“Let me put it on.” George walks closer to you and takes the necklace out of the box, you turn around and lift your hair so he has better access to your neck. Shiver runs through your body when his fingers touch your skin. You take the beautiful heart in your hand and look at it. “It opens.” George tells you as he wraps his hands around you so he can take the heart in his hands, placing his chin on your shoulder. George opens the locket and there are two moving pictures of you two.

“Wow, this is amazing.” You tell him. Feeling him so close to you made you feel hot all of the sudden.

“Look.” He says and taps the top of the heart and the pictures change. “I’ve been working on this for the past week.” He tells you as the pictures change. It was amazing what magic could do. You turned around so you were facing him, not expecting to be so close to him.

“This is the most beautiful and meaningful thing anyone has ever given me, thank you so much Georgie.” You whisper to him feeling a tear run down your cheek. You pull him into a tight hug. It takes a second for him to hug you back, but when he does he places a soft kiss on your forehead too.

“You are the most beautiful and meaningful thing in my life y/n, I really meant it yesterday when I told you that I love you because I love you y/n.” He pulls away from you so he can look at your face, but his strong arms still wrapped around you. “I broke up with Heather after that night at the party, but you ran away from me yesterday so I couldn’t tell you that.” You were so shocked by his words, did George Wraskey actually love you?

“W-what?” Was the only thing you got out of your mouth.

“It’s okay if you don’t love me back, it really is but I needed to tell you. I have loved you since we met but I thought that you could never love me. Then Heather all of the sudden was interested in me so I went for it. It was a mistake because then you pulled away from me, it was so hard not to have you around anymore. Then you asked me to cuddle you and I realized that I had made a mistake, maybe there was a change that you felt the same way as I did. ” He takes a deep breath in before continuing, “Maybe there was a change that you loved me back, but it’s totally okay if you don’t. I’m happy to just be your best friend, anything to just have you in my life.” He was rambling on and all you could do was pull him into a kiss.

You had kissed boys before but you had never experienced anything like this kiss, it was just like out of a dream, maybe even better. The whole world around you disappeared and it was just you and him. The kiss ended way too soon for you as you two pulled away for air.

“Wow.” George breathes out. “Why haven’t you shut me up like that before.” Of course, he had to joke about the kiss.

“I love you Georgie.” You giggle at him.

“Say it again, please?” He asks you with a love sick look on his face.

“I love you, Georgie.”

“Does this mean you will finally be mine?”

“I don’t know, what do you think?” You ask him, a smirk forms on his lips. He kisses you again, not getting enough of the feeling of your lips on his.

“y/n y/l/n will you be my girlfriend, my future fiance, the future Mrs. Weasley, the future mother of my children and the future caretaker of mine.” George has this fake serious face on before he starts laughing, tint of blush spreads on his cheeks.

“I would love to George.” You laugh with him as he picks you up and spins your around a couple of times before placing you on the floor again.

“Merlin I love you.” He says before pulling you into another passionate kiss. It was meant to be, you and George Weasley were meant to be together.

“Bloody hell finally! Took long enough!” Fred’s words make you two pull away from each other, deep red blush spreading on both of your cheeks.

“Way to ruin the moment brother.” George groans out as he pulls you back into a hug.

“Next time put a sock on the handle or something, so I know not to come in! Lucky me that I didn’t come 10 minutes later really don’t wanna see you two making babies!” Fred lets you know, his words make you bury your face into George’s neck. “Use protection, I’m too young to be an uncle!” He yells out before closing the door after himself.

“To be honest I wouldn’t mind doing that activity with you.” George winks at you.

“George!” You yell out before slapping his arm playfully.

“What!? I was just joking, unless?”

“Merlin why did I have to fall in love with you.” You playfully groan before pulling him into another kiss. “I’m sure they won’t miss us for the next 20 minutes so make it quick Weasley.” you whisper to his ear.

“Thank Merlin that you did.” George replies before picking you up and throwing you onto his bed.

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Pairing: George Weasley x reader & (platonic) Fred Weasley x reader

Warnings:angst

Words:3.1k

Summary: After seeing Heather and George together you try to avoid your friends but it doesn’t work as well as you think it would.

a/n: this turned into series, hope you like it! English isn’t my first laungage so sorry for all the mistakes!

requests are open!

Part 2 to I Wish I Were Heather first part:

part one

You had been avoiding George which led to you avoiding Fred and Lee as well. They were almost always together unless George was somewhere with Heather. It had been almost a week since George gave you his sweater. It was easy to stay away from him on school days because you had only one class together where you sat on the other side of the class. You didn’t even go to eat in the Great Hall anymore. You would sneak into the kitchen and the house elves were happy to give you some food.

George tried to talk to you but every time he was close to you, you would turn around and hide. Not ready to face your best friend and especially after the rumor started to spread that George and Heather were officially dating now.

Luckily it was a week and a half until Christmas which meant that the Weasleys were all going back to the Burrow in a couple of days.

It was Friday and your last class had finally finished. You picked up all your things and were thinking about going to the kitchen, you had skipped lunch again, it had become normal for you to skip eating because you didn’t want to bother the house elves too much. Making your way out of class and your eyes meet with familiar brown eyes and ginger hair but luckily it was Fred.

“y/n.” Fred didn’t sound happy at all and you give him a smile as you walk up to him.

“Hello Freddie. How is Angelina?” You try to take the conversation elsewhere. You knew that he wanted to talk about the fact that you had been avoiding him and your other two friends.

“Don’t you even try y/l/n.” Fred said wrapping his arm around you. He started walking pulling you along with him.

“I’m sorry. I hate it when you call me by my last name and you know it.” You whine to him trying to get away from his strong grip.

“Don’t even try to run away from me again. I miss my best friend and we are going to dinner and talk.” You stop walking as you hear him mention dinner. You really didn’t want to see George and going to dinner at Great Hall meant you would have to sit with him.

“Oh, I’m not hungry.” You tell him but he looks at you with an annoyed look.

“You haven’t been to the Great Hall for days. You need to eat woman.” He raises his voice a little. “Sorry, I’m just worried about you as all of us, especially George.” He lowers his voice as he apologizes. He takes your hand into his. “Please just come to dinner with me. You don’t have to talk to my stupid git of a brother but please don’t push me away as well.” You could hear the pain in his voice and you knew that he knew why you had been avoiding them all.

“Okay.” You breathe out and start walking again with him. “It’s just hard to see him and her together.” You didn’t want to use their names, Fred would know who you were talking about.

“I knew that you liked him and you tried to hide it from me!” He joked but when he saw the way you looked at him he whispered out a small “sorry.”

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on with you and Angelina or not?” You wanted to change the subject.

“Well we aren’t dating yet but we might have snogged a couple of times.” You let out a gasp at his words.

“Finally!” You laugh happily. He had tried to make a move on her since Yule Ball.

”I knew you would be proud of me. I will ask her on a date this weekend, hoping to make it official before Christmas.” He tells you as you two walk into the Great Hall. You are surprised to see Lee sitting alone at the Gryffindor table. Looking around the Great Hall you find George Weasley sitting at the Ravenclaw table with Heather and her friends.

“Speaking of Christmas. Mum wants you to come to the Burrow.” Fred lets you know as you two sit down to the opposite side of Lee.

“Nice to see you y/n!” Lee speaks up but you are still shocked by Fred’s words.

“She wants me to come to the Burrow with you? Why?” You choke out. Lee lets out a groan when you ignore him. “Sorry. Hi Lee. Fred continues.” You give a quick wave and nod to Lee before turning to face your best friend again. You had been at the Burrow for a couple of weeks each summer since you met Fred and George but never for Christmas. You loved the place it felt like home more than your parents house had ever felt but with the whole George situation, you didn’t want to ruin their family Christmas because you felt weird being around George.

“Yes mum wants you to come. She doesn’t want you to spend another Christmas here alone.” He tells you as he starts putting food on your plate.

“I can take my own food, Fred.” You tell him as you push his hands away from your plate and start to pick your own food. “But I always spend my Christmas here. I really don’t mind.” You let him know as you start to eat. You missed eating with your friends but it felt weird to be here without George. You look over to the Ravenclaw table where you last saw him. Your eyes meet with his but you quickly turn to look at your plate. His hands were around her and it made your heart drop to your stomach. “I like to spend my Christmas here.” You try to convince Fred.

“Wasn’t it last Christmas when we came back and you told us how you hated to be here alone at Christmas?” Lee speaks up and you give him an angry glare.

“Mum will kill us if we don’t bring you with us. So I will not take no for an answer!” Fred lets you know before shoveling more food on his plate. “Don’t even try to fight me on this.” He continues this time with a mouth full of food.

“You are disgusting Fred Weasley.” You tell him not wanting to talk about Christmas any longer. There was no way that you would go to the Burrow. Suddenly someone sits down next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder, that someone smelled just like George’s sweater that had lost its scent a couple of nights ago.

“We are friends again?” George asks happily as you turn to look at him, forcing a smile on your lips.

“When weren’t we friends?” You ask as you turn back to your food feeling uncomfortable with him being so close to you so you push his hand off of you. George is shocked and hurt by your action, you never pushed him away before.

“I guess not then…” He mumbles as he turns to his brother. “Did you tell her the happy news that she is coming to the Burrow for Christmas?” You stand up after hearing his words, who did he think he was? You had your own mind and you could choose yourself where you would spend your damn Christmas.

“I’m not coming! You two can’t choose for me! Say thank you to Molly but I will not come for Christmas!” You raised your voice at the twins, turning around and walking out of the Great Hall.

“What’s wrong with her? She usually loves to visit?” George asks his brother. You always told them how much you loved to spend time with them at the Burrow and how it felt like home. The twins were so happy when their mother had asked them to bring you with them to celebrate Christmas with the family because you were family to them. George hated how you had been avoiding them, it hurt him. He wanted you next to him, you were his best friend, his other half besides Fred.

“I don’t know, I will go talk to her.” Fred tells George brother before getting up and walking after you. There were a couple of places he knew where you could be but the closest place was the kitchen so he headed down there. Finding you curled up by the fire with a mug of tea in your right hand and a cookie in the other. “I knew I would find you from here.” He smiles as he sits down next to you. Turning to face you to see tears running down your cheeks
”Oh y/n come here.” He wraps his hands around you and you put down the mug and hug Fred back crying.

“I hate fighting with you guys.” You whisper to him as you sob against his chest. It had been one of the hardest weeks of your life, you had spent almost every minute with them since you three met each other and a week avoiding them was hard on you.

“You don’t need to come with us if you really don’t want to. Mum will understand.” He whispers into your hair. “I just wanted you to come because I love to spend time with you. I don’t want you to be here alone for another Christmas when my whole family loves you and wants you there.”

“I want to come.” You sob out to him, pulling away from him wiping your tears away. “I would love to come but I don’t think it’s the best idea. I think I need some time to myself and Christmas break will give it to me.” You tell him, giving him a sad smile.

“I would mean the world to me and George if you did! Even Harry and Hermione are coming!” he explains to you. Hoping to change your mind. “Just think about it, we still have a couple of days to go. Okay?”

“I will but you promise to me you won’t be mad if I don’t.”

“I promise.” He promises before hugging you again. “I will be sad but not mad.” You let out a small giggle at his words.

“You really want me to come don’t you?” He nods his head before kissing your forehead.

“Now let’s go back to the common room, it’s getting late and we have a quidditch match tomorrow, I need you to be there cheering for me.” He tells you as he gets up and pulls you with him.

The next morning you got up early and made your way to the library wanting to study before going to watch the quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. You didn’t even know what time it was when Hermione walked up to you, too focused in your potions essay.

“y/n! We will be late to the game! get up, let’s go!” She hurriedly helped you to gather all your things into your bag. “You need something warmer to wear! Go quickly I will save you a seat.”

“Thanks Mione.” You give the younger girl a quick hug before running to the common room. Running up the stairs throwing your bag on your bed and getting the nearest sweater you see and pulling it over your head and grabbing your jacket before making your way to the quidditch pitch. As you climb up the stairs to the stands you hear people yelling, the match has already started. Finally finding Hermione in the sea of people.

“Thank you so much for saving me a seat, Fred would have hexed me if I wouldn’t have shown up.” You tell the girl as you turn to watch the game. “Did I miss much?”

“Not really it just started.” she tells you. The Gryffindors are in the lead when Harry catches the snitch and you can hear Lee roar “Harry Potter catches the snitch and Gryffindor has won the game!”

You happily cheer for your house as you and Hermione make your way to the pitch to congratulate the team.

“Well done Harry!” You yell to your friend when you and Hermione reach the team. Hermione wrapping Ron into a happy hug when she realises what she has done she awkwardly pulls away from the boy whose cheeks are as red as his hair.

“y/n!” You hear someone yell as someone picks you up and spins you around before placing you back down. George is looking at you with a goofy grin. “We won!”

“Y-yeah you won.” You let out a giggle as he hugs you again. It felt so good to be in his arms once again. “You played great Georgie.” You tell him as he pulls away from you, not letting his hands fall from you.

“Of course I did when my lucky charm was watching me!” He laughs, his words make you blush like crazy and you are sure you look just like Ron did a couple of seconds ago.

“Really hope you are talking about me.” someone says behind George and as he pulls away you can see that Heather is standing there with a beautiful dark blue sweater with a big yellow G on it.

“Oh hi Heather.” George smiles as he kisses her cheek. Heather’s eyes don’t leave you and that’s when you realise that she isn’t looking at you but the sweater that you are wearing. That moment you realise that in your hurry to get to the match in time you had accidentally put on the sweater George had given you.

“Nice sweater y/l/n.” Heather says with a smile on her lips, but the tone of her voice told you that she wasn’t happy to see you in her boyfriend’s sweater. George was looking between you two about to say something, but luckily Fred ran up to you guys.

“We won y/n, we won!” He laughs as he hugs you. “We are having a party at the common room so it’s time for us to bring out our hidden firewhiskey!” he tells you excitedly.

“Go clean yourselves up. I will go get the firewhiskey out of its hiding place then.” You tell your best friend, wanting to get away from there because you could feel Heather’s eyes burning a hole into you.  

“Okay we will see you in 30 minutes at the common room!” Fred tells you before he and George make their way to get cleaned. You made your way to a hidden passage where you and the twins usually hide your alcohol. Before you know it a full on party is happening in the Gryffindor common room celebrating the quidditch win. You had changed out of George’s sweater and drowned yourself into shots of firewhiskey with Fred, not even able to count how many shots you had taken.

You were dancing happily on a table with Fred, Lee and Angelina when George walked up to you four. You were clearly the most drunk because Lee had to keep you steady so you wouldn’t fall off the table.

“Hey George having fun?” Fred asked his twin happily. Fred gives you the firewhiskey bottle so you could take another shot from it, but before your lips could meet the bottle it was cone from your hands.

“Hey!” You yell out to see where it had gone to be met with a serious looking George looking up to you. “I wanted to take a shot, Georgie give it back.” You whine at him as you try to grab the bottle from him but you lose your balance and fall straight into his arms.

“I think you have had enough drinks for tonight.” He laughs as he gives the firewhiskey back to his brother and picks you up bridal style and starts taking you to the dormitories.

“Hey where are you taking me! I still wanna dance. The party is still going!” You try to get out of his strong grip but George doesn’t let you.

“I think it is time for us to go to sleep darling. We can party another night.” He tells you as he places you on a bed, you look around the room to see that this wasn’t your bed or not even your dormitory.

“Where am I?” You ask him confused.

“In my room you are too drunk to sleep without someone keeping an eye on you darling.” George tells you as he is looking for something. “Here change into these.” He throws a pair of his pajama pants and a t-shirt, you look down at the clothes in your hand.

“Heather won’t like me wearing these.” You turn to face him and see that he himself has already changed into pajamas.

“Do you need help changing?” He ignores your comment completely.

“No, I can do it myself.” You tell him and he nods his head before turning to around so you could change in private. It takes you a couple of tries but you finally manage to get them on correctly. “You can turn around now.”

George turns around and takes in the way you look dressed in his pajamas, smile on his lips as he pulls the covers from his bed. “In you go so I can tuck you in.” He tells you and you lay down on his bed, his smell surrounding you.

“Where are you going to sleep?” You ask him as he tucks you into his bed.

“I’m going to take the chair over there.” He tells you before kissing your forehead before starting to make his way to the char but you stop him by taking his hand in yours.  

“Can you cuddle me?” You whisper, not sure if it was okay to ask him to sleep next to you. You were drunk but not drunk enough not to know what you were doing.

“Sure.” He whispers back as you pull the covers up so he can lay down next to you. He wraps one of his arms around you and you place your head on his chest. “I really hope that you will come spend Christmas with us. I really want you there y/n.” You turn to look at him and you two smile at each other.

“Maybe I will.” You tell him before placing your head back on his chest.

“Goodnight darling.” He whispers against your hair.

“Goodnight Georgie.” You whisper back to him before falling asleep in his arms.

A/N:There will be a part3 to this! Let me know what you think and if you want to be tagged! 

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