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.
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.
Hii! I wanna create a public, collaborative playlist for everyone with songs that remind you of fred and/or george!
I already added “freddy my love” and “this side of paradise”
So add as many songs as you’d like that you listen to when thinking of them! Or just remind you of them! I would love for you to comment the songs you added and why!
Hii! I wanna create a public, collaborative playlist for everyone with songs that remind you of fred and/or george!
I already added “freddy my love” and “this side of paradise”
So add as many songs as you’d like that you listen to when thinking of them! Or just remind you of them! I would love for you to comment the songs you added and why!
Feel free to share the playlist!
Here’s the link:
Update: for the past few months a spam account called “RapGame” has been spamming the playlist with an entire album of a amateur band called Morisdown. I’ve tried to report them several times but Spotify doesn’t have a report spam option. I’ve been deleting them everytime but they pop up again after a day or 2. So if you often listen to a playlist and you notice these songs in there, please delete them and report the account. Thanks!
Hii! I wanna create a public, collaborative playlist for everyone with songs that remind you of fred and/or george!
I already added “freddy my love” and “this side of paradise”
So add as many songs as you’d like that you listen to when thinking of them! Or just remind you of them! I would love for you to comment the songs you added and why!
Hii! I wanna create a public, collaborative playlist for everyone with songs that remind you of fred and/or george!
I already added “freddy my love” and “this side of paradise”
So add as many songs as you’d like that you listen to when thinking of them! Or just remind you of them! I would love for you to comment the songs you added and why!
We’re off to a great start! 27 songs already! But of course we’d all love for you to share even more songs that remind you of Fred and/or George! Any song you like can be added!
I would also love to know the reason why it reminds you of them or what you imagine while listening to the song(s)
