Request: ‘ Can you do a female X Reader where the reader is Harry’s twin sister and falls in love with George Wesley? I couldn’t find if this was your main page or not I’m sorry ‘
Thank you so much, I loved this idea. I am so sorry it took me so long I hit a sort of block. I didn’t know what to write at first, but I hope that this is okay,
Warnings: Language and poor writing.
Words: 1.8K
Disclaimer:This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.
A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added. I also tried by best at being British.
“George,” she laughs, pushing him away, rubbing her head, “you are such an idiot.”
(Y/n) and her twin, Harry, had arrived at the Burrow a few days before, after a bizarre meeting with their headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, and it wasn’t until a few days later that she saw the twins again, finally able to set her eyes on their joke shop. Her mouth drops in awe, gazing around the store, which she couldn’t do before because George had the wonderful idea to pounce on her the second, she stepped through the door.
“I could be your idiot if you wanted me to be,” he steps in front of her and winks exaggeratively. Much to her embarrassment, her cheeks flush, and she takes in the view of him in a striped suit that matches his brother’s, except the tie, her cheeks flushing a darker shade, not noticing as he does the same to her; she wears her favourite shirt, which he immediately recognises, as well as a pair of dark blue jeans.
“Shut up, Weasley,” she laughs, shaking her head as she pushes him away, walking past him towards Fred, “now, how about I go see my favourite twin.”
“Hey!” He laughs, which comes out rather pathetically, as he shoves his hands in his pockets and watches sadly after her. You would wince if you could see this. In fact, his youngest brother gags at the scene, earning a smack in the stomach from his future wife.
“Ronald!”
Harry, of course, does not notice the scene, eyes fixated on Ginny Weasley, acting as if she cannot feel his piercing gaze, which only leaves her rather confused.
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Many small moments followed this interaction, far more than before, but I will not explain them all, but if you did want to hear them, perhaps I could.
The most pivotal moment is now.
It is the night before the students depart for school, meaning that all the Weasley children are gathered at the Burrow, as well as Fleur (minus Percy, who is still attempting to earn his parents’ approval) to wish their sister and brother goodbye.
George leans against the banister, smiling fondly at the woman in front of him who is currently holding her brother in a headlock, “come on, Harry, no need to be a wimp.”
“I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill you.” Harry is not enjoying the fact that he is being shamed in front of the woman he has already planned their entire future with. “Unlike you, I do Quidditch, so I am stronger. I’ll hit you.” Harry’s gaze hardens at the floor, shouting after his red-head best friend, who won’t stop laughing.
“Oh yes, catching a tiny ball is such a task."
Harry’s gasp is what makes everyone laugh, his cute noise of horror. He then pushes her down with his side, making her lose his grip, and he gets on top of her, "I’ll spit on you. Don’t make me do it."
(Y/n) begins to scream, attempting to kick and push him away, but it’s no use.
Ron’s already dying, and the excitement has set all the Weasley’s off as they begin to lunge for each other even Mister Weasley has a wild and free look on his face.
"Stop!"
Everyone freezes. Ron with his hands around Fred’s tie, Fred’s foot seconds from hitting into George’s side, George pulling his sister’s hair, Ginny with her hands around Bill’s neck, Bill with his foot up Charlie’s arse and Charlie with a pillow in his hands, hovering over Ron’s head. Harry freezes, hands pinning down his sister’s wrist, (Y/n) with her foot in his stomach.
All turn to Mrs Weasley in fear, including her husband, who has his arm wrapped around George in an attempt to throw him.
"What do you think you are doing. Bill, put Ginny down right this instant!” Bill scoffs. He isn’t even touching her.
They drop each other, let go of each other, and Harry gets off (Y/n).
George helps her up, smiling down to her, tuning out his mother’s lecturing. She smiles back up at him, “thank you.”
“No problem.”
“George, (Y/n), stop staring at each other and listen to me.” Their cheeks flush and they immediately step back from each other, facing Mrs Weasley.
It was at that moment that the two began to hope that the other liked them.
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“That was pathetic, why does your sister fancy my brother?” Ron groans, attempting not to gag as he flattens down his shirt, which had been rather rustled after their scrap, very relieved that his mother had stopped lecturing them all.
“She doesn’t, you numpty.” Harry shakes his head, laughing at his friend until his gaze catches Ginny’s, who is behind Ron, the world freezing around him.
“Uh, she does, mate,” Ron pulls a face, nudging his friend, knocking him out of his stupor, and pointing over to the two who are gazing romantically into each other’s eyes. Ron once again gags.
“So, I look at Ginny just like that, and we are friends,” he laughs nervously before walking away, heading over to Hermione.
“I hope the fuck not.”
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My bad, turns out this moment is far more pivotal.
“Write to me?” (Y/n) asks hopefully, fiddling with the ends of her skirt, trying to maintain eye contact despite her internal arguments. He smiles down at her, fondly, his eyes alight with adoration.
“I will.”
A gentle breeze makes its way through the tunnel, blowing her hair slightly in her face, making her laugh as she fumbles to push it away.
“Here, let me,” he shakes his head, biting back a smile as he raises his hand, tucking it behind her ear.
His hand hesitates, and her breath gets caught in her throat, as he moves it beneath her ear to come to cup her cheek, making her smile fall. “You look beautiful.”
Well, she would hope so, seeing as she is wearing her nicest outfit because (Y/n) knew he would be here, and she wishes to snog him at least once. Well, she likes to daydream about it. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”
He laughs, not dropping his hand as his eyes fall to her lips, “will I see you at Christmas.”
“You should do, yeah,” she laughs nervously, brow raised, “same as the past few years.”
“Just want to make sure.”
“Come on, (Y/n)!” Mrs Weasley shouts, attempting to look over the crowd in the station, looking for the familiar ginger hair, for where (Y/n) is, her son should be too.
The train’s whistle sounds, causing her eyes to widen and for her to jump back, “Shit. See you at Christmas, Weasley.” She leans down, grabbing her suitcase for the journey, her trunk already aboard the train. Thinking nothing of it, apparently not realising that she is no longer daydreaming, she rises to her tiptoes, pressing a quick and hard kiss to his lips, “bye!"
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"Mate, I still can’t believe your sister fancies George,” Ron shakes his head, flopping into the seat beside Hermione.
“He is handsome,” Hermione says, not looking up from her book, although she does notice his look of disgust, which does make her smile. “Where is she?”
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” he looks out of the window, trying to catch a glimpse, “I don’t know - bloody hell!” He jumps, the whistle of the training scaring the shit out of him. Of course, it barely phases Hermione who simply looks up and out of the window, immediately finding (Y/n). “She just kissed George.”
Ron gasps, shooting up, and he presses his face against the window, “I don’t see it.” He groans in annoyance.
“So, friends kiss,” Harry looks from the window, laughing at the look of horror on his friends’ faces, “some do.”
Ron squeals when the train lurches, and he is thrown onto Harry, “please, don’t kiss me."
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"Mistletoe,” he obviously states, stepping in front of (Y/n), his common smirk on his face, hands clasped behind his back, “but you don’t need Mistletoe, do you.”
She clasps her hands to her face, her cheeks flushed as she groans, “it was an accident.”
“I would hope so,” she drops her hands, raising a brow, “I don’t want you kissing anyone else."
"Shove off,” she presses her hands against his waistcoat, pushing him away. George does not move instead; he places his hands on top of her own as he smiles down at her. Her heart thumps in her chest as she looks between their hands and his face.
“If you want me to, but I would rather kiss you,” he teases.
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“They’re kissing again,” Ron sighs, shoving a mince pie in his mouth, not noticing the looks from Harry and Ginny, who he just sat between, interrupting their own moment.
“Good for (Y/n), she’s fancied him for years.”
“No, she hasn’t, Ginny,” Harry leans forward so that he can look at her over her annoying brother, “some friends kiss.”
“We are friends, and we’ve never kissed,” Ginny points out, not yet realising that her feelings are finally returned. Harry’s cheeks flush, and he falls back into his seat, eyes finding his sister, who is now far away from the Weasley brother.
“Dean used to be your friend,” Ron mumbles through the food in his mouth.
“Shut up, so did Lavender.”
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“Come on love, at this rate we’ll miss the wedding,” George knocks on his and Fred’s bedroom door, which they let to (Y/n) for the wedding. “I want a chance to show you off before the ceremony begins.”
“Shove off,” she laughs, fumbling with the front of her dress, attempting to straighten it out. She continues to go over her outfit and hair.
“Come onnnnnnn, we might even be able to sneak in a cheeky snog.”
“You’d like that very much.”
“Yes, I would,” he sighs, turning so his back is leaning against the door, “or maybe we could tell Harry instead.”
The door opens, and if it wasn’t for the hands of his girlfriend bracing against his back, he would have fallen right onto his arse, which would have been a pleasure for (Y/n) to witness.
“My brother didn’t realise we were dating that time he caught you with your hand up my skirt, he thought we were hugging,” she pushes him back up, her familiar fond smile on her face as they link arms.
She had seen him change earlier, but he is still as handsome as he was when she first saw his suit today, so she compliments him once again, and he returns with several mumbles and stumbles.
At this rate, Harry won’t think anything of it when she births their first child.
Your girl is going to be a second year student in a couple months!
Although they share the same name which is Aurora Ranvier, her traits are 100% different than how i portrayed her as y/n here and in my drawings. This Aurora is everything that tumblr Aurora isn’t. She’s grumpy, sensitive, hot headed, quiet, awkward, but she’s quite bright. While tumblr Aurora is as chaotic as the twins.
I wanted to do some character development throughout her times at Hogwarts. She’s pretty adventurous, but she is nowhere fearless, she’s scared of ghost. I would love to share her background stories here as well in the form of fanfic. But for now, here’s first year Aurora and second year Aurora side by side
Oh, if you’re wondering what’s this is about, she’s a character that I created on Hogwarts.io orrrrrr if you are French, you could visit poudlard.fr instead
warnings: underage drinking, partying, fireworks. not proofread sjdbjdbd. pls tell me if I missed anything<3
summary: it’s your bestfriends’ birthday and you thought of giving them the best present you could ever have
a/n: shebhdv hii!! since it’s my favorite twins’ birthday today and also since it’s april fools, I thought of writing something for them. happy birthday fred and george! you guys will forever be in my hearts<3
italics are flashbacks
you woke up at exactly 8:30 am this morning feeling very excited. Today marked your calendar as April 1st, which was none other than your best friends’ birthday. you had planned something a few days ago to surprise the boys. something you knew they’d love.
you, fred, and george had been friends since your first year at hogwarts when george bumped into you on the train.
“georgie come quick! the compartments are nearly full!” you heard a red head say.
“mom, dad, I’ve got to go. i love you guys!” and after one last kiss to their cheek, you left your parents and went into the train. you looked around to find an empty compartment, until you felt your head hit something hard. “ouch!” you heard someone say. you looked up and saw a red haired boy, one who looked similar to the boy you saw earlier.
“I’m sorry” you said. “it’s ok” the boy sent you a small smile and held his hand out for you to get up. “i’m George by the way! George weasley!”
“i’m y/n y/l/n! nice to meet you!” you said in a cheery voice. you saw someone approaching George, someone who looked identical to him. “George, come onnn! I’ve found a place” he said before looking at you. “and who might this be?”
“hi my name’s y/n!” “fred weasley!” he shook your hand before telling George to come with him. George looked at you and asked if you wanted to sit with them, and who were you to decline such an offer. the three of you talked about random stuff. you learned that they were in the same year as you, and that they loved pranking. they told you a lot about their stories from home and you told them about yours. you knew from there that you had made your first friends. Hogwarts would be fun.
And you were right. Fred and George became your best friends. Along with Lee, the four of you were the most iconic group at Hogwarts.
You went to the great hall for breakfast, sitting right in between the twins. “happy birthday!” you said to the both of them with a big smile. they both said thank you and gave you a kiss on the cheek.
While eating your breakfast and chatting a bit, you remembered something you had to do, which may or may not have something to do with the twins birthday present.
“i have to go now, I’ll see you later guys!” you said “whyyyy? it’s only been a few minutes and you haven’t even finished your breakfast yet” fred said with a pout. “I’ve got to go do something freddie”
“which is??” George asked. you quickly thought of an excuse and said “homework.”
“really? it’s a weekend and I don’t even think anyone’s assigned something for us to do” said fred. “how would you know? you always skip classes and when you don’t, you don’t even listen” you said unimpressed. Fred let out another pout and said, “m’kay fine. but be back soon!”
“okay bye guys!”
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After setting up your present you went to the gryffindor common room. you saw fred, george, and lee at the couch and went to sit with them.
“Look who finally came,” George said with a smirk. “oh shut it weasley” you replied teasingly. george put his hand on his chest as he pretended to be hurt and said, “really y/n? and on my birthday *sighs* such a bully”. all of you burst out laughing.
you laid your head on george’s shoulder as you thought about how lucky you are to have both these idiots as your friends.
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The gryffindor common room was loud. loud music blasting, and everyone either drunk, or dancing. You knew there was a party, of course there was. It was the weasley twins’ birthday for god sake. You just needed to find a way to be able to get the twins outside.
Once you thought of something, you went through the crowd, whispering a string of ‘excuse me’ s and ‘coming through’. you found fred and george dancing, both with drinks in their hands.
“boys I need you outside for a minute” you said. they both nodded and went outside to the courtyard with you. “what’s up?” George started.
“Well I’ve planned this a few days ago, and since it’s your birthday, I wanted to do something special, something the both of you would enjoy.” they both had a look of both confusion and excitement as you lifted a sheet off a fireworks set. “just look up”.
you then set the fireworks off, and it exploded in the sky, revealing a string of different colors. then the ‘grand finale’, as you liked to call it, finally came. it was a firework that said ‘happy birthday fred and george, i love you guys’. you looked at the boys and they both had wide smiles on their faces. they looked at you and each gave you a hug. “thank you so much for this y/n, we loved it. although there is one problem.” Fred said, looking at George who immediately got what Fred was talking about. “yeah? and what might that be?” you nervously said, “you set up fireworks without us, and that is a crime” George continued.
you sighed in relief and said “oh I’m glad you liked it. I did get extra fireworks though, it’s over there” you pointed to the extra fireworks, and they both ran towards it. “have fun with it. happy birthday guys! i love you both so damn much.”
“we love you too y/n” and just like that, you spent the entire night setting off fireworks, which may or may not have landed you in detention.
based off “this is how you fall in love” by chelsea cutler and jeremy zucker
warning: mention of death and nightmares
word count: 1.3k
It was all so incredibly loud, the yelling and the crashing against his mother’s arms. Freddie laid out on the stretcher with ghostly pale skin and dirt over his brow, his normal smile replace by the ghost of a smile.
Ghost.
George could only hope Fred would be a happy ghost as he held his body to his chest, he didn’t deserve to spend the afterlife in pain. Freddie never deserved pain, someone that gentle always got the short end of the stick.
Ron collapsed across from him, his body shaking as he brushes ginger hair from his eye. George had been crying so hard he couldn’t even feel the tears as they stretch the length of his face.
Freddie was dead.
He hadn’t been out of Hogwarts but a year or so, yet he was on the floor of the very Great Hall the two would scream jokes at the top of their lungs. They grew up in these halls, yet he was lifeless all the same.
The room was caving in, the roof falling in as everyone ran screaming from the madness. George didn’t move, he couldn’t. He wanted to join Freddie, he didn’t want to be in a world that let young boys die for another young boy, where war was a normal Sunday afternoon.
“George.”
Freddie was calling him, he was going to see Freddie.
“George!”
The voice was panic, yelling for him to move. Did Freddie not want to see him?
“George!”
His body jolted from the pillow, his body clammy against the rough sheets of the Queen size bed. The finger on his shoulder was cool over his skin, calming his racing heart. He glanced around the room, the ceiling was perfectly intact and the dresser across from him told him he wasn’t in the Great Hall.
“Sweets?”
George jumped, whipping around to find his lover’s worried face inches from his own. Their lips in a delicate frown as their finger drew constellations over his freckles.
It was all a sick twisted dream. Fred died four years ago, he was long gone from the Burrow and the joke shop.
“Do you want something to drink?”
He couldn’t explain the release he felt hearing their voice, as if they pulled the nasty roots from his soil in order to plant the prettiest tulips. As if just their voice could ground him back to the world.
“Maybe,” his voice was hoarse, “some tea?”
They rushed from bed, their finger leaving a warmth against his skin as they hurried from the room. They didn’t bother putting on a robe in the freezing house in the late hours of a December night. George was the only thing on their mind.
He slowly eased from the bed, slipping out onto the carpet on the floor. His slippers would’ve only made his feet sweat, he was still coming down from the cold sweats, but he grabs the blue robe flung over the chair. Draping it over his arm, slowly making his way down the narrow hall of the house.
The pictures hung on the wall bought a small smile to his face, his mother and his lover holding one another and Percy with the twins before they ever entered Hogwarts. The wall on the right was dedicated to pictures of Fred, ones of (Y/N) and Fred from the Great Hall, and family pictures at the Burrow. George wished he took more pictures, he never liked how he looked enough, but he wished he would’ve just to have a small piece of Fred still with him.
His feet slide across the hardwood floor, easily finding (Y/N) rushing around the kitchen in the bright kitchen light. They glide around the room like a ballroom, their feet jumping over every loose board and missing each corner by an inch. They were used to the quirks of the kitchen they had lived in so long. They fit right in with the soft yellow walls and the green high stools as if the moment was out of a film the muggle would give awards too.
“You should’ve stayed in bed,” George was bought back, watching as they pour some tea into the mug.
“I hated the way the sheets felt on my legs,” he walked through the threshold, leaning on the small kitchen island while studying their face. Their lip held between their teeth and their eyebrows so focused on the milk mixture with the golden liquid.
“I’ll change ‘em, put the silks on,” they slide the tea across the island, trying to move around the change the sheets in the hurry. George stuck his arm out, grabbing their bicep before they could make it to the living room.
“Please don’t leave.”
Their body was beside his in a second, their finger tracing on his shoulder again, as if they weren’t running from the room seconds ago. He never thought people were meant to be fixed, no it never made sense, but he couldn’t help but feel grounded just by their touch alone.
“You always make it better,” his voice was barely above a whisper as he took a small sip from his cup. Perfect, just like he would’ve made it himself.
“I’m just here for you,” their breath fanning over his back, the sticky sweat running from the sweet breath of his lover.
“How do you do it so easily? How do you make it better?”
George never thought anyone would comfort him like Freddie, they were twins. You couldn’t match their bond, and while they didn’t, (Y/N) always could touch him on a different level. Of course, they could really touch him, like their finger on his skin or the kisses on his neck, but the grip they had on his heart was like a headlock.
“Love,” they answer would’ve made George laugh at any other time, telling them they watch too much Disney, but he couldn’t help but wonder.
“You think?”
“I know, falling in love can make things better when done right,” their chin rested on his back. He felt so at home like the nightmare was thought away in a far-off land.
“How do you do that? Falling in love?”
George knew he loved (Y/N), they’ve been saying it and showing it for years, but he never quite remember how it happened. He couldn’t recall a moment in time where he came to the conclusion, he just remembered saying it one day and saying it every day after that.
“This,” their words were confident, “this is how you fall in love.”
Maybe that’s why he couldn’t pinpoint it because there wasn’t a moment where it wasn’t like this. They always held him and made his tea perfect, never pushing to talk about anything. He always wondered about the world and they always seemed to have an answer, even when they didn’t. It had always been like this for the two, it was always like this between them. They had been slowly falling in love before every poet and writer’s very eyes, but at this moment as their finger traced stars on his back and the heat from the tea fanned over his chin, he knew his love was always this deep.
“I love you,” his arm wrapped around their shoulder, bringing them against his chest.
“I love you,” their eyelashes brushed against his pale skin, making his heart rate spike out of pure enjoyment of the domestic life before him.
He knew Freddie would be watching him, a proud smile on his face as he held on to his rock. He knew Freddie would want someone like (Y/N) to take care of him if he couldn’t do it himself.
He knew Freddie could feel the love he felt even from the afterlife.
I am overwhelmed with feelings, hopefully this parchment doesn’t dissolve with my tears as I think about just how perfect you are.
I’m only joking. (Or am I?)
No, I am joking. But that doesn’t change how perfect you are. That still stands. I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m writing this to you rather than just saying it to your face. Well, I thought this would be a good way for me to write everything out for you without forgetting everything I wanted to say once I look into your sparkling eyes.
Every time I try to express how I feel, I take one look at you and suddenly there’s nothing else in my mind but you and everything about you.
Your kindness, which is so infectious, is one of the greatest things about you. I mean, you’re even nice to Percy, and that is no easy feat. Except for you because of how perfect you are.
Your beauty is radiant and I’m surprised my heart is still beating from the way it practically pounds out of my chest when I see you.
The way you are so gracious with me when you beat me at something, like chess or sometimes even quidditch (I will get you back for our last match ). All these things just remind me that you are a force to be reckoned with, yet you’re the only person I ever really want to beat me. Don’t tell anyone I said that. Or actually, go ahead and tell everyone, I don’t care, I’m proud to call you mine.
Anyway, I know how much you love hearing these things in person (did you sense my sarcasm there?) so I figured I would make sure you had something like this to read over and over again, reminding you of all the wonderful things about you that you are too humble to appreciate in person.
But that’s just one more thing that I love about you. Yes. I LOVE YOU. I probably don’t say it enough (is once an hour not enough), but here I will say it to you over and over again so that you never forget.
I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU!!
You have no idea how difficult it is to be in here writing this letter instead of kissing you. SO now I’m going to go find you, hold you, and kiss you senseless. And when you eventually read this, you’ll know where that random kiss attack came from. Well, maybe not, I guess they aren’t so uncommon are they .
I’m off now to smother you with my love. See you soon. I LOVE YOU!
