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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)

pairing: george x reader

prompt(s):

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!”

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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?”

“I am, yeah.”

“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.”

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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.”

“What?”

“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.”

“I am not.”

“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?”

“You. You’re a wang.”

“Really? So if I look up wang in the dictionary there will be a picture of me?”

“Exactly.”

“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)

summary: fred definitely isn’t jealous when george helps y/n practice quidditch

requested: 

hey can u do some sort of jealous!fred xreader? thanks if u can, if u cant i understand :)

Hey I just wanted to say I love your writing heaappppss!! I’d like to request a Reader x Jealous!Fred if that’s okay :) It’s up to you why he gets jealous I guess :p

warings: none (possibly some swearing)

pairing: fred x reader

prompt(s): none 

a/n: i know it’s been a while since i’ve posted, so i just wanted to apologize for that. my school has decided to pile on so much before spring break like they need to chillll lol. thank you so much for being patient, i love you :) also I'm very close to running out of requests so if you have any don't be afraid to ask xx

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“That’s it, Y/N! Just lean into the curve a bit more.” George coaxes from the field. You were at Quidditch practice, though you’d stayed a bit later with George, as you were having trouble keeping your balance on your broom recently. You’d just started playing again after you’d been out with a broken leg, so it wasn’t uncommon to have struggles with balance. “Oh- nonono.” he quickly raises on his broom a bit to stop you from toppling down. “Let’s stop for today, yeah? You’ve made heaps of progress, wouldn’t want to push it.” he looks mildly out of breath from the effort of flying up so quickly. 

You nod, lowering to the ground. “Alright, cool. I need to find Fred, speaking of which. Do you know why he wasn’t at practice.”

George has a somewhat knowing smirk on his face. “I think I might have an idea.”

“Really? Is he ill? Is he okay?” 

George laughs. “He’s fine- you two just have some talking to do, I reckon.”

“Why thanks, George, I’m glad to know that I can always count on you for direct answers.” 

He laughs again, shoving you teasingly. “Go talk to dear Freddie.” he says, his voice suddenly mimicking Professor Trelawney’s. “All the answers shall be written there.”

You roll your eyes, muttering a “shove off, George” before going to find Fred. You push open the door to the common room, smiling when you see him standing by fire. “Hey, Freddie there you are!” you walk over to him. “Practice was awesome today, you should’ve seen it-”

“I’m sure it was.” he snorts. 

“Missed you, though.” you ignore his jab. “Are you sick or-”

“You didn’t seem to- in fact you looked quite content with George, actually.” you feel your eyebrows shoot up. 

“Fred, what’s wrong with you?” you huff in annoyance, pulling his hand back before he can storm off with his sudden moodiness. 

“I dunno, Y/N, why don’t you go ask George?” you roll yours eyes, pushing him over, which would’ve worked a lot better if you hadn’t fallen with him. You land on top of him and feel yourself flush at your sudden proximity. To be fair, you don’t often push people over when you get annoyed, but you were pretty sure whatever mood Fred was in was contaminating you- clearly he was just asking to be pushed over. 

“What’s your problem?” you can’t help but smile down at the flustered redhead underneath of you.

He doesn’t respond, pushing himself up on his elbows so that he can reach your lips, one of his hands coming up to rest in your hair. His lips are gentle against yours, and you freeze in surprise. He pulls away almost just as quickly, his eyes as wide as yours, seeming to be just as surprised by his sudden actions as you. “I’m-”

You weren’t quite sure what he was, because you cut him off then, your lips silencing his as you return his kiss. He doesn’t seem to have the same problem as you, and kisses back instantly, the hand in your hair pulling you closer to him. Your hands come up to rest on his cheeks, and he leans into them. You can feel his heartbeat there, and it carries the same quick beat as yours. 

When he pulls away, you grin at him. “Fred Weasley, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were jealous.”

He gives you an indignant look.“Absolutely not.”

“Really?” you challenge.

“Of course. I mean, that’d just be… silly.” you giggle at his expression. 

“So you wouldn’t mind if I took George up on those private practices he was talking about?”

He pales. “I wouldn’t go that far.” he clears his throat, shifting slightly. “I mean, I’ve heard better things about his twin’s private lessons, so I’m sure I could put in a good word for you.”

“That’s very generous of you Fred.”

“Only the best for you, love.” he winks. “Now, can we talk about how you just tackled me? Because if you’d show that kind of dedication on the field-”

“Shut up.”

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summary: george walks in on y/n singing and likes what he hears

requested:  Hey could you maybe write an imagine with George Weasley, where the reader is a Gryffindor and is sitting in the Common Room at night and is singing and George walks in and is listing to her singing. And maybe they are kissing at the end of the night with freds help? Pretty Please?

warings: none (possibly some swearing)

pairing: george x reader

prompt(s):  none

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The Gryffindor record selection was definitely an interesting one. You were going through the collection, and you hadn’t found a single one by anyone you’d even heard of. You wondered if muggle music was as frowned upon here as muggles themselves. You finally choose one, glancing around to make sure no one was there, before sliding it into the record player. As soon as the music cuts through the silent room, you feel a flash of recognition. It was similar to a song you’d heard before. A muggle one, even. 

It only takes you replaying it a few times for you to learn the lyrics, and only a few more for you to sing along, sitting back down on the couch and attempting to study. 

The song has just ended once again, and you’re about to get up to reset it again when a voice cuts through the air. “Wow. You can sing.” 

You jump, nearly falling off the couch when you take in the boy in the doorway. “Oh... I didn’t know anyone was awake.” you flush, quickly turning off the record player with a flick of your wand. 

He flashes you a friendly smile. “Yeah, no me either. So what are you doing up?” 

“Couldn’t sleep.” you explain sheepishly, relaxing into the couch as he takes the seat next to you. You recognized him as one of the Weasley twins, but he was a year or two older than you so you weren’t able to distinguish them. 

“Me either. Must be something in the water.”

“Or my bloody singing woke you up. I’m really sorry. I didn’t realize I was actually singing aloud.”

He shakes his head quickly. “No, not at all. I was already awake, and I... like the way you sound. You have a really lovely voice. 

You can’t help but smile. “Thank you.”

He opens his mouth to respond when the singing lady bursts open, a boy that looks remarkably like the boy you were sitting next to, barging in. “Georgie, you’re taking bloody forever. What could possibly-” the boy trails off when he takes in you and George, and your proximity. “What’s this?” Fred gives his brother a sly look.

George flushes. “Nothing, Fred. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Oh, nonsense. It can wait. Clearly there are more pressing matters at hand.” Fred turns to you. “You would be?”

“Oh, uh, I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I see you’ve met my brother George here. Got the better lips between us, didn’t he?”

Your mouth drops open, and you think you see George frantically shake his head at his brother out of the corner of your eye. “Heh. Yeah. I better get back to my dorm,” you begin to stand up.  

“Wait! You can’t go yet!” George protests. He shoots Fred a look, who responds with an innocent shrug. 

Your brow furrows. “Why not?”

George freezes, clearly looking for some kind of reasoning behind what he just said. “Because we want to play a game!” Fred fills in for his brother.

“Oh, sounds fun.” you sit back down beside George, and the boys exchange a look that you don’t quite have time to read. “What game?”

“Well, there’s 7 Minutes in Heaven, Too Hot, Spin the Bottle-”

“Alright, Freddie. Not quite the kind of games we’re going for.” George cuts in. 

Fred puts on an innocent frown. “Why ever not?”

George rolls his eyes at his brother, giving him a shove. “I thought you said you had to use the loo, you giant git.”

“Oh. Right! Right. That’ll take me about half an hour, I reckon... You know, digestive problems, always a blast. Feel free to start without me.” he shoots a wink at his brother, proceeding to whistle his way out of the commonroom. 

You laugh when the door closes behind him, turning to George. “George?”

“Y/N?” he mirrors your tone, arching an eyebrow at you. 

“I think maybe your brother wants us to kiss.” you whisper tauntingly.

“Really knows how to set the mood, that one.” he plays along. “Is he the only one? That wants us to kiss, I mean.”

“Not sure... I mean, you could try it...Y’know, for experimental purposes, of course.”

You see his lip twitch with the effort of concealing a smile. “Of course.”

He leans towards you, not wasting any time as he sets one hand on your cheek to lead your lips to his. You feel the kiss in your fingertips as your hands run up into his hair, pulling him closer which earns no protest from him as he drags you into his lap, his own hands resting on your sides. 

“George?” you murmur, when he pulls away. 

“Y/N?” he copies your tone, his nose still brushing yours, as he allows his eyes to fall shut again. 

“Your brother isn’t the only one that wants us to kiss.”

“No. I suppose he isn’t.”

And then your lips connect again, and you’re just the right kind of breathless. 

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summary: Y/N’s studying Charms at the library, but the only thing Draco seems to be studying is her. 

requested: Hi I was wondering if you could do 52 with Draco? x

warnings: none (maybe a little swearing)

pairing: draco x reader

prompt(s): 

52.

a/n: okay so I’m really sorry if this took a really long time for me to write Tumblr forgot to notify me that you requested 

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The library wasn’t your favorite place to be, but then again failing Charms wasn’t your favorite thing to do, so that’s exactly where you were spending your Friday night. There didn’t seem to be too many people joining in on your plans, so you had pretty free range of the tables, which you can’t say that you minded. You get distracted too easily to have any kind of background noises to compete with. 

The first few books you had to find were easy, but the last one was a different story. The title of the book had worn off the spine, so you’d spent half an hour looking in the same spot when really it was in the spot you looked first, and you were so frustrated by that that you didn’t even want to give the book the satisfaction of reading it. You add it to the bottom of your pile, picking up one of the ones that were easier to find and flipping to the pages recommended in your notes.

You’re about halfway through when you hear the floor creak from across the room, so you glance over, meeting eyes with a rather flustered looking Draco. His eyebrows raise briefly, before he flips his book shut, pretending to search the shelves for another one. It wouldn’t have been so weird, if he hadn’t done it so quickly. He could’ve been humming for all the subtlety he was showing, and you can feel your cheeks flush at the confrontation of it. You wondered if you had a dumb facial expression on, and felt your cheeks grow even darker.

“Do you know where to find this last one?” you glance up, meeting eyes with calm grey ones. Draco slides one of his hands through his hair, setting the misplaced pieces back in order. You glance at the paper he was gesturing to only to be met with same worn off spined book you’d spent half an hour searching for. 

“Oh, that one absolutely sucks. I think I took the last copy, but you can take mine because I’m kind of mad at it to be honest.”

He smiles, gazing at the book you were holding out hesitantly. “We can share it, if you’d like.” he suggests. “I’ll even read it for you so you don’t have to look at it any longer.”

You feel your eyebrows arch. Kind wasn’t the word you’d use to describe Draco Malfoy. But hey, wasn’t there a saying about not looking a gift horse in the mouth? “Alright. You can have my notes so far then, so we can do the last bit together.”

He smiles again. “Sounds good.” He’d already done those notes. He’d already done the entire notes packet, actually, including the part with the worn off spined book, but that’s not something you needed to know. “Page 381, you said?”

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  Even though you only walked in to use the bathroom 

  And really having to pee the whole time

  Little did you know he caught onto you about ten minutes in.

 “Man, I am parched. Mind if I pour myself some water?”

“Speaking of water, have I shown you the fountains?”

“...No, but I saw them when I came in so-”

“Nonsense! You just have to see the engravings on them up close.”

It’s gotten to the point of you nearly whimpering now, so he takes pity on you and leads you in the general direction of the bathrooms

“Would you mind if I-”

“They’re under construction actually. Why? Do you have to go?”

Him not being able to hold it in anymore after seeing the expression on your face, and laughing so hard he nearly cries

You being really confused

But still having to pee so shifting awkwardly in a not so subtle i-need-to-wee dance that only makes him laugh harder

 “I’m only joking, Y/N. Go ahead.”

You literally running the rest of the way to the bathrooms, which he finds endlessly amusing, and doesn’t fail to mention it to you later.

Him then asking you to tea.

“Aye, slow down on that. We both know your bladder isn’t what it used to be.”

“You shut up.”