Weasley ((George x Reader))
summary: molly introduces y/n and george and fluff ensues
requested: Hey can you do a 24 & 3 with George Weasley??
warings: none (possibly some swearing)
3. “I was thinking about asking you out, but then I realized how stupid that’d be.”
24. “Stop it.” “Stop what?” “Smirking at me like that!” “Like what?“ “… Stop it!”
You don’t go to Hogwarts- or at least you didn’t. Your parents were transferring you over the summer, because the success rates after graduating were higher there, or something like that. All you knew was that you were being forced to leave the school you’d grown up in for a majority of your life for a different one, where you knew all of no one, which was very intimidating.
Not that that was what you wanted to think of while you were book shopping for this new school. You were in the middle of picking up one of the books you needed, when your name is called across the store. You nearly drop the book in surprise, glancing in the direction of the voice, taking in Molly Weasley coming towards you.
“Oh, hi Mrs. Weasley.” you greet when she’s in earshot. She’s friends with your mom, so you’d seen her around a bit.
“Y/N, hi! Your mom said you’re transferring to Hogwarts?”
“That’s great! All of my children go there, so you won’t have to worry about making friends- speaking of which, have you met my son George?”
“I have not met your son George,” you laugh, meeting eyes with a somewhat embarrassed looking guy your age.
“Well, I’ll just leave you two to it then.” she responds, shooting a not so subtle wink at George, which doesn’t make him look any less embarrassed. She walks over to a different redheaded boy, which you assume is one of her other sons, and pretends not to watch the interaction.
There’s a pause of silence, and after a minute the tall boy fills it. “I’d be her son George.” he chuckles, a little flushed.
“I assumed,” you arch an eyebrow, smiling to show that you were teasing.
“What a rude thing to do.” he pretends to look offended. “I could’ve been any of her sons- she has six of them, you know.”
“Can’t say that I knew that, actually. But I’ll be more careful next time.” You can’t help but giggle at him.
“As you should be,” he grins, the tension between you successfully melted. “Now have you found the fourth book on the list? Because I haven’t, and I’d ask one of my brothers, but I’m the smartest you see, so if I can’t find it then there’s no hope for any of us.”
“I’m sure that’s true,” you play along. “But that book is on the first table you see when you come in.”
“Pfft, of course it is. I was just testing your knowledge.” he informs you. “You passed.”
You end up doing the rest of your shopping with the Weasleys, mainly George as he splits the two of you away from the group for a majority of the shopping. “What’s your biggest pet peeve?”
“My biggest pet peeve?” his brow wrinkles in confusion.
“Yeah.” you laugh at his expression. “Like, what really annoys you?”
“Oh, I dunno. I don’t like it when people call each other by their last names.”
“That’s weird.” you inform him, which he only rolls his eyes in response of.
“Okay, then what’s yours?”
“I don’t know. I don’t like wet socks.”
“Y’know, like when you step in a wet patch while you’re in socks- that’s like one of the worst feelings ever.”
He just scoffs. “And that’s not weird?”
“No- who likes wearing wet socks? Literally no one. It’s weird if that’s not one of your pet peeves.”
“I think you’re a little biased.”
“Whatever you say.” he hums, opening the door to the tea shop that you’d agreed to meet the rest of his family at.
You about to wit something back when Mrs. Weasley spots you, and ushers you over to the table she was sitting at. “I’m not sure where the others are,” she informs the two of you. “I think they said something about Borgin and Burkes- George, would you go get us some waters?”
“Sure.” he gestures for you to take the seat across from his mother, smiling at you before heading towards the front.
“Good looking boy, isn’t he?” she tuts, smiling expectantly at you.
“Huh?” is all you can let out, a flush taking over your face as you process her words.
“Georgie! He’s quite the looker.”
“Oh, um, yeah. I guess.” you stutter out, hoping your blush isn’t as visible as you know it is.
“Girls always have liked him- can’t say he’s always liked them though. But he’s seemed quite interested in you today. Don’t reckon he’ll ever hear the end of it from Fred.”
“Oh,” you let out, wondering what could possibly be taking George this long.
“You do seem quite interested in him as well- and you’d just make the most beautiful children-”
“Mind if I join you?” George cuts in, seemingly unaware of the conversation he’d just interrupted as he sets your water in front of you, placing the others on the table.
“Sure, Georgie, you can take my spot.” Mrs. Weasley gets up, her wink directed at you now as she takes her water from the table. “Y/N and I were just talking about how handsome you are.” she informs him, you nearly choking on the sip of water you’d just taken. Mrs. Weasley looks highly amused as she wanders towards the exit, clearly quite proud of herself.
“Really?” George slides into the spot next to you, turning to you and bouncing his eyebrows.
“I’m not sure I used those exact words.” you glance over at him, taking in the smirk on his face. “Stop it.”
“Stop what?” he teases, the smirk still resting on his face.
You scoff at him, tempted to stick your tongue out. “Smirking at me like that, Weasley.”
“Like what, Y/N?” he challenges, ignoring your attempt at annoying him.
You hold eye contact for a moment,daring each other to speak first. “…Stop it!” you burst finally, nearly pushing him off the bench with a shove that was meant to be playful. You burst out laughing at the expression on his face, which makes him laugh, and then you’re causing a lot more noise than you probably should be saying as you were in a shop.
He looks at you then, with a tenderness that makes your cheeks flush. “What?”
“Nothing,” he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, cautiously. “I mean, I was going to ask you out, but then I realized how stupid that’d be.”
“That wouldn’t be stupid!” you clear your throat at the eagerness in your voice. “Um, I mean why would that be stupid?”
He tries to keep a straight face, but laughs at your response, shaking his head. “I don’t know. Maybe it wouldn’t be. I just didn’t think you were interested is all.”
You stare at him expectantly, rolling your eyes when he doesn’t continue. “Is there something you’d like to ask me?” you hint, making him grin again.
“Would you like to go out with me, Y/N?”
“No.” you watch his mouth drop open and giggle. “I’m just kidding, George. Of course I would- but that’ll show you for being over confident you wang.”
He rolls his eyes at you. “What’s a wang?”
“Really? So if I look up wang in the dictionary there will be a picture of me?”
“No I don’t think so- in fact I happen to have bought a new dictionary today- thanks for that, by the way- so I think I’ll just test that theory, if that’s okay with you.”
“You’re just full of tests aren’t you?”
“Says the one who thought rejecting me was just the funniest thing in the world.”
“It was! You should’ve seen your face.”
“No, I don’t think I should have- mostly because that’s impossible. Which I know because I’m the smartest Weasley.”
“Yes, I think I’ve heard that before.”
(just like endless banter until it’s time for you to go, and George kisses you goodbye, which leaves you very excited to see him again when school starts)
