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「 bruised dummy 」

george weasley x reader

summary: you can tell that something’s wrong with george, yet he stubbornly won’t tell you what it is that’s bothering him.

requested: yes - ~~as part of my inspo party~~

word count: 1.8k

warnings: friends to lovers, angst, fluff ending, mentions of wincing, arguing, mentions of physical fighting (punching, etc)

a/n: i must have been in an angsty mindset the day i wrote this, okay? i meant for this to be super fluffy & cute, but then this happened. i still tried to make it fluffy for all of you, but pls be aware there is some heavy angst beforehand. as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

You can’t help but frown as you watch your best friend. Ever since you met up with him this evening he’s seemed off which worries you. He had detention, that you know, but he didn’t say what for. Regardless he seems more tired - more worn out - than he usually is.

“George…is everything okay?” You ask as he finally takes a seat beside you, resting an arm on the back of the couch.

“You seem off tonight.”

“Mhm, yeah. I’m fine, love. I promise.” He states, seemingly trying to convince you of the fact.

You don’t like that he’s hiding something, but you don’t want to push him either. You are only friends. Not to mention the fact that you’ve pushed too far before, creating an argument in which he made it very clear that you’re not his girlfriend and that you should “stop acting like you are.”

“Alright. If you say so.” You sigh, knowing deep in your gut that everything is not fine with him.

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A few minutes of silence pass after your question before George suggests watching a movie. Figuring that it’s probably the safest option, you agree, which is why you’re currently sitting on the common room couch watching ‘Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.’

You’re about halfway through the movie - if not further - and George has yet to say a single thing. You haven’t missed the way he winces and gasps every now and then when he tries to readjust his position, though.

On a particularly loud grunt, you turn to him and pause the movie.

“George,what is wrong? Don’t act like you haven’t been wincing in pain every time you move. Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, y/n. Let’s just watch the movie, yeah?”

“No. Not until I know you’re okay. You say you’re fine, but I’m not believing it in the slightest.” You state, not letting him brush this aside any more than he already has.

“I know I’m not your girlfriend, and you don’t like when I push you like this, but if you’re hurt I want to know. Please, George.”

“I’m just a little sore, that’s all.” He states, but you get the feeling that he’s still lying.

“Why?”

“Why? Why what?” He questions you back, surprised by your question.

“Why are you sore? What have you done?”

“I haven’t done anything. I just slept wrong, I think.”

At his reply all you can do is hum, not believing him at all. Especially not when he winces at simply trying to turn his torso to lay down.

“I swear, y/n. I’m fine. Can we just watch the movie?” George questions, finally getting comfortable, but not without plenty of screwed up faces and wincing.

“You can.” You state, tossing the remote at him as you go to get up.

“I’m going to head up to my dorm.”

“What?Why?” He asks, taken back by your sudden want to leave.

“Y/n! What’s wrong? Why don’t you want to finish the movie?”

“Honestly, George, I don’t feel like hanging out with someone who can’t be honest with me. Especially when said person claims I’m their best friend.” You state, standing at the edge of the couch, exasperated.

“Y/n…I am being honest. I’m fine. Don’t be like this. Please.”

“Don’t be like what, George? A caring person with enough dignity to not let someone continue to lie to their face?”

“Or maybe like a nagging girlfriend - which you’ve so freely called me before? Trust me when I say I know I’m not your girlfriend, george.” You state, not being able to stop yourself from muttering the next few words out of your mouth.

“Merlin knows you’ve made that much clear.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, almost seeming hurt by your words.

“Exactly what it implies. Ever since I’ve met you, you’ve kept me at arm’s length. You can’t be honest with me about anything serious. It’s as if you don’t trust me, or can’t accept the fact that I truly care for you - have since we met.” You state, finally fed up with his obliviousness, or sheer lack of care for you - whichever it is.

“How can we be friends when you act like our entire friendship is a joke?”

At your question, George goes speechless, opening and closing his mouth a few times as you can practically see the gears in his mind trying to work.

“Y/n…love, th-that’s not…I-I don’t think our friendship is a joke. I-I know you care for me, a-and I do trust you. I trust you more than anything…more than anyone else.” He stutters, fighting against whatever pain he’s feeling to sit up.

“You don’t act like it.”

“Something is obviously wrong with you tonight, and yet you keep trying to brush it aside whenever I ask - and I’m asking because I care, because I don’t like seeing you in pain.” You state, crossing your arms in frustration and because you need something to center yourself with your emotions flying every which way.

“I’m sorry. Merlin, I’m sorry, y/n. Please…come here.” George nearly begs, voice softer than it had been all night.

Although you’re frustrated with him, you can’t help but give in and make your way over to him again. Once you’re within reaching distance, he grabs you around your waist, pulling you down into his lap.

At the motion, you can see him wince yet again, but you finally give up on asking him what’s causing it.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for brushing your concern away. I’m sorry for not being honest with you. I’m sorry for making it seem like I don’t trust you, for making you feel like our relationship is a joke, and for being such a terrible friend. Godric, I’m sorry.”

As he apologizes, George can’t help but tuck a piece of hair behind your ear as a means to squash his rising anxiety. He can’t help but run a thumb over your cheek as he tries to build the confidence to admit to you everything he’s been feeling.

“I need more than just an apology, george. It’s been like this for years, and frankly, I’m over it.” You state, rather matter of factly.

“I know. I know, and I’m trying. I swear. I don’t want you to leave me.” He admits, tightening his grip around your waist.

“I know I’ve been treating you unfairly, and I’m so sorry. I…I’ve been really dumb, all because…”

“Because what, george?”

“B-because I really like you.” He sighs, his grip on you tightening ever so gently as he drops his head.

“You…like me?”

“I do. I like you so much, and I don’t want you to think badly of me. I don’t want you to think I’m weak or anything. I-I want you to like me too.” George rambles and you can’t help but shake your head at him with a smile.

“What? Why are you smiling? Why’re you shaking your head?” He questions, a pout on his lips that you can’t help but find adorable.

“You really are dumb, george.” You chuckle.

“Wh-why?”

“I like you too, dummy. Why do you think I’m always trying to see if you’re okay? Why do you think I sometimes act like a ‘nagging girlfriend?”

“Merlin, I’m sorry for ever calling you that, y/n. I know you were just trying to make sure I was okay. I never should have shouted at you like that.” He sighs, dropping his head in shame as he continues to hold you.

“Hey, it’s okay. Sure, it hurt me to be called that, but I shouldn’t have pushed you.” You try to comfort him, running a hand over his forehead to push some of his hair back.

“No. No, you were fine. I was trying to be manly and instead of just telling you what was wrong I yelled at you when you didn’t deserve it.”

“I regretted the words as soon as they were out of my mouth. Especially seeing that look on your face. I hurt you and I’m sorry.”

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong now?” You question, meeting his eyes as he looks up at you.

“I-I got in a fight with some slytherin kid today.” He sighs.

“I didn’t start it, but we got caught and that’s why I had detention this afternoon.”

“So you’re wincing in pain because…?”

At your question, George lets out a sigh before unwrapping his arms from you, reaching for the hem of his shirt. You watch as he pulls it over his head, drawing a gasp from your lips as you find all the bruises scattered across his torso.

“What did they do to you?! How did you get so many bruises?” You question in pure shock and concern.

“H-he kinda punched, kicked, and shoved me into the walls…”

“George…No wonder you’re in pain. I wish you would’ve just told me earlier. Godric this looks awful…” you frown, tenderly tracing your fingers against the bruises.

“Did you see Ms Pomfrey?”

“No…”

“George Fabien!” You can’t help but exclaim, disappointed, but not at all surprised with his actions.

“Come here.” You sigh, grabbing your wand from the table in front of you.

Casting a quick healing spell, you sigh as his bruises already start to look better.

“I’ll say it again, but George Weasley, you are a dummy.”

“I know…Thank you for caring though, and for fixing me up.” He blushes, smiling shyly up at you as you still sit in his lap.

“Of course. I hope from here on you’ll just tell me when something is wrong.”

“I plan to, y/n. Before we do anything else, though, I want to make sure you know that I do really like you. I actually think I love you. I just, I don’t want to hide it anymore.”

“I love you too, George.”

As the words leave your lips, a smile grows on both of your faces. With the new lightness of the air, you go to stretch out on the couch alongside George whereas he begins to lean in towards you.

“Ah-ah. Don’t go hurting yourself. You’ll still be sore for a day or so.”

“Whatever pain I might get by giving you a kiss is worth it, love. I’ve dreamed about kissing you for far too long. If I have to wait any longer I think I might just die.”

You can’t help but chuckle at his theatrics, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips just to appease him.

Pulling away, you can hear him whine and all you can do is chuckle.

“You need my lips that bad?”

“Y/n, I want to kiss you for the rest of my life, I swear. I’ve already missed out on a few years of them.”

“How about we finish the movie and then I can give you some more?”

“You promise?” He questions, to which you simply nod and chuckle at.

You never would have thought that it’d take some bruises and a small fight between the two of you for your feelings to come out. Now that they are though, you plan to kiss any and all of his injuries better from here on out.