#george weasley x reader

Pairing:George Weasley x reader

Warnings:Freds death mentioned, one swear word maybe, mentions of sex (they’re like 20 in this btw) 

Summary: An old school friend comes by Weasleys wizard wheezes to check in on how George is coping after the death of his twin Fred. And he’s not coping well. 

It had been too long since she had last visited Diagon Alley, and it had changed.  The atmosphere was as dull as the weather, grey clouds and grey skys blending in with the bland colours of the shops that used to be full of joy and colour. 

The death eaters ruined it when they came by years ago and it had never fully recovered, just like the witches and wizards of the magical world. The end of the war and Voldemort’s defeat still fresh in peoples minds. 

Celebrations never happened due to the mourning of the hundreds lost, it was going to take a while. 

Y/n looked up to the towering shop in front of her, the once new purple and orange paint vibrant, now peeling from the bricks, the colours faded with the years and the damage the death eaters lefts behind. It was scarily quiet, y/n supposed no one was ready for jokes at the time being, it would come with the recovering process. 

The sign on the door read CLOSED in bold letters, but she had come all this way and had spent time gearing herself up emotionally or mentally for this. She knocked on the door, three sharp taps that echoed through the streets. The sound of footsteps smacking on the wet pavement behind her caught her eye, stepping back from the door to glance in curiosity. It was just a passerby, running to get out of the rain. 

Once she turned back to the door she let out a surprised gasp as George Weasley stood there staring at her in confusion and curiosity. 

“George” she whispered barely audible. She didn’t know why she was so taken aback by his presence, she had come to see him after all. 

“Y/L/N” he spoke, the use of her last name always bugging her. He took in her appearance, a green cloak tied tightly around her shoulders, her posture as straight and proper as always, matching the confidence she held in herself. George always guessed it was the Slytherin way.

“what are you doing here?” he asked. He was baffled by her presence, he had not heard much from her since he left Hogwarts all those years ago to pursue the shop with Fred. He had only briefly seen her during the battle of Hogwarts almost a year ago.

“ I-” she was speechless, unsure how to word the fact that she just wanted to see him. 

“Ministry business?” he asked, having heard from his parents and Ron that she had taken a position working in journalism for the ministry. 

“No- I just … I wanted to see you” she spoke watching as his brow furrowed at her words, no doubt not understanding it. 

“Would you like to come in?” he offered, not sure what else to say. 

“please” she said softly, eyeing the rain that was falling harder by the second. 

She stepped inside after him, watching as he turned his back on her. Y/n took the moment to observe the inside of the store, it was still packed full of things that brought a smile to her face. 

Puking pastels and Peruvian darkness powder, Love potions and Pygmy puffs. 

“How is business?” she asked, George almost cringing at the small talk, he hated it. 

“Haven’t opened since” he spoke glumly. “Reckon people don’t have it in them for it just yet ,feels insensitive while everyones still recovering” 

“How are you?” Y/n asked the big question. 

“Why are you really here?“ he ignored her question, too used to people asking it.

"I told you, I wanted to see how you were doing, this past year- can’t have been easy” she said. 

“Why are you here now, out of all days” he asked, trying to make himself look busy. Y/n spotted a bottle of fire whiskey on the counter, half empty, it was clear he wasn’t coping well.

 "I-I don’t know" she spoke truthfully into the quietness of the store, she watched as George moved, walking around the counter, creating an extra barrier between then. 

“I think of you a lot” she said open and honest, it shocked him. “Even more so recently” He stared at her, an expressionless face as he tried to think of a response. 

He could lie, say he didn’t think of her, that he didn’t read the articles she wrote every week, or he could finally admit that he thought of her often too. 

“My heart breaks everyday at the thought of you being alone” she said, meeting his eyes briefly before looking away and diverting her gaze to the rain hitting against the Windows. 

George knew that Ron must have said something to her, their offices at the ministry just across from each other and Ron often took to updating him on her without George even asking . 

He wondered if she was also alone and whether that was the reason she came to see him. 

Y/n had always been an independent person, she didn’t have many friends at Hogwarts, a few close Slytherins she had grown up with, but apart from that she was fairly alone, it had a great deal to do with the whole school knowing her parents were active death eaters. George was the only one who ever bothered to talk to her, even if it meant sneaking around. 

“How are your family?” she asked, hating the silence that had fallen, George used to be a man of words but now he seemed to not be able to find any words. 

“I’m sure you already know the answer” he said quietly.

“your brother wishes to see you more” she spoke, letting him know that she knew he hasn’t spoken to them in a while.

“If you came here to make me feel guilty then you can leave” he glared. 

“I came to see you, as I said. It appears that I still care for you even though you have never shown me the same.”

George stood staring at her unbelievingly at the realisation and feeling like the worlds biggest prat.

“I can not tell whether you are just ignorant or wildly clueless George” she sighed, starting to walk around the table in front of her filled with back to school boxes of jokes. 

“You know… I remember in 5th year.” she spoke still staring at the table of jokes “I took Daphne Greengrass to the hospital wing because you had tricked her in to eating some puking pastels. I came to find you to scold you and while I was telling you off we both started laughing… and then you reached out, tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and I thought… I thought you were going to ask me to the yule ball, but you didn’t, you just turned away from me and said nothing and then I found out the next day you were going with Alicia Spinnet… and that’s when I realised you didn’t feel anything for me.” She spared a quick glance at him, before adverting her eyes again. 

“But naive little me still had hope” she chuckled quietly under her breath. 

“Y/n- I didn’t know-” George started. 

“I’m not angry at you” she shrugged “its clear you were just clueless, but then in 6th year when we went through all that trouble of sneaking around Umbridge for the whole year, I thought… wow that’s a lot of effort to go through for supposedly meaningless hookups.” 

“I don’t know what you want me to say” George said at loss for words, he had seemed to be at a loss of what to say as soon as he saw her standing at the shop door, she was the last person he expected to check in with him.

 "I don’t want you to say anything, unless you want to" she spoke quietly. “It was never my intention to talk about this. Like I said, I just came to see how you are" 

"I wish we could change the past, but we can’t ” George mumbled.

“I suppose not” she spoke feeling the weight his words held. “I should go” she decided. George nodded twice, silently watching as she made her way to the door, stopping as he reached the handle. She looked at him before speaking. 

“I know you don’t want to hear it, but I am sorry, Fred deserved the world” her voice was sincere and George sighed shutting his eyes tightly before opening them again. 

“Stay” he spoke “have a drink with me”

A/N: Part 2 anyone? I’ve got some ideas but whether anyone would read it I’m not sure, let me know! :)

#George Weasley #George Weasley imagine #Harry Potter imagine

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