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âDepression - that limp word for the storm of black panic and half-demented malfunction - had over the years worked itself out in Charlotteâs life in a curious pattern. Its onset was often imperceptible: like an assiduous housekeeper locking up a rambling mansion, it noiselessly went about and turned off, one by one, the mindâs thousand small accesses to pleasure.â
â Charlotte Gray, Sebastian Faulks (b. 20 April 1953)
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five knots of affection - george f. weasley
note: thank you for all of the support on my first post! it truly meant a lot. this one-shot wasn't supposed to be as long as it turned out to be, and i haven't perfected it yet, so i might reupload it or edit it later synopsis: george never learned how to tie his tie because you had been there tying it for him until fate tied the two of you together
warnings: cheesy puns and dad jokes which suck but are funny to me (yes i have a terrible sense of humor)
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George cannot tie his tie.
No, really, he cannot tie his tie for his life. He reminds you that if you had not tied his tie the first time, your strings of fate wouldnât have ended up together like this. They would have ended up all tangled and knotted. He reminds you of all the instances in which you had straightened out his tie and your lives.
The first time was at Kingâs Cross station. It was his and your first year at Hogwarts, and the crowded station was a new experience for you. Mrs. Weasley had insisted on all four of her sons wearing their uniforms to the station, wanting to get pictures before Charlie graduated.
However, Mrs. Weasley was preoccupied with fawning over Charlie. It was his last first day at Hogwarts, and as a prefect and Quidditch captain, his mother made sure to get a lifetimeâs worth of pictures.
Percy had helped Fred with his tie, only to be thanked with a handful of stink pellets in his back pocket, which created an odor of dung all around him, surrounding him like a halo. Because of this, Percy refused to help George, who was left to fend for himself.
You had been watching the whole thing with much amusement. The entire red-headed family eased your nerves on the first day, and with feelings of partial pity and partial repayment for the entertainment, you walked up to the younger twin.
You simply tapped him on his shoulder. As he turned around to face you, fingers still entangled in the fabric, you latched your fingers on his. You quickly untangled his fingers from the fabric and slowly guided them down.
He wanted to back away from the unfamiliar person, but he was stunned by the beauty of the 11-year-old.
Just as he started to wiggle around and grunt in protest, worried that his brothers might use this moment to make fun of him later, you grabbed the tie with both hands, encircling it around his neck and pulling it down slowly to rid the fabric of any creases as you quietly said, âStay still.â
And just like magic, you inserted the wide end through the loop at the front and adjusted the knot by sliding it upward with just enough room to breathe.
Finally, meeting his widened eyes with a smile, you lowered the collar, said, âWasnât so hard, was it?â and tapped the collarâs fall.
George instinctively knew you two had meant to meet and would become good friends.
Since that day, your fate has been tied, and it has become tradition for you to help George with his tie on the train back to Hogwarts.
The second time was just before the Yule Ball started. The doors to the Great Hall were about to open any second, and his tie had become a colossal knot, slowly strangling him. His date was too occupied judging othersâ dresses, so she hadnât noticed the mess her date had become, not as though she could have helped him. She had long nail extensions, which prevented her from using her fingers too much.
He turned around and called out your name with a pleading look. You couldnât believe how careless he had been to knot up his tie to that extent, but soon, the look of surprise was replaced by urgency. Maybe it was the thought of upsetting your date, leaving his hand to go help another guy, or perhaps it was the thought of everyone walking in with their dates, leaving you and George in front of the doors, trying to clean up the mess and becoming the nightâs joke. You grimaced at the thought, threw a look towards your date, and quickly shuffled over to George, working your magic through the fabric, using your wand to clear the creases, and quickly tightening the knot and pulling it up to his collar.
You yanked his collar down and tapped angrily at the fall of his collar as you said, through gritted teeth and a forced smile, âWhenâwillâyouâlearnâGeorge?â
âOh, how I love it when you call me George,â he said with a playful grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. He gently brushed his fingers along your side as he spoke, gliding them lightly under your arm.
âThat is your name, isnât it?â you snapped back, trying to hide the butterflies in your stomach and quickly ran back to your partner. Slowly, the doors opened, and everyone walked into the Great Hall with their dates in hand.
You caught George giving you a thankful smile during the slow dance, but you missed his gazes on you throughout the night.
The third time was at Bill and Fleurâs wedding. Finally, there was some excitement amid the tension and stress. George had been busy helping Charlie set up the tent and the tables outside the Burrow, leaving barely enough time for him to get ready.
The guests soon cluttered in as their voices grew louder, and George had just finished putting on clothes.
âWould you mind helping me with the tie here, mâlady?â he exclaimed, trying to comb his hair with his wand.
You grabbed the wand out of his hand and replaced it swiftly with a comb. Without a word, you slowly took out the brand-new purple tie you had gotten months ago, which coincidentally matched the purple waistcoat George was wearing, too shy to give it without occasion, and placed it on Georgeâs neck. He was now attempting to re-bandage the wound on the side of his head without messing up his now tame, neat hair.
You left the tie resting around George, grabbed the bandage, and went on your tippy toes to wrap it snugly on his head without messing up his hair.
George did nothing but stare at your face as you resumed tying the tie.
âYou knowâŚâ he started, looking down at your face.
âHmmm,â you lazily replied without meeting his eyes.
âI was thinking about my tie. And how it must be magic. It always leads to knot-worthy moments between us,â he said, finishing cheekily.
You couldnât help but smile at the little pun as you crossed the wide end over the narrow end.
âLike asâŚ?â You trailed off as you glanced up at him; your fingers looped the wide end of the tie back underneath the narrow end.
âI was thinking about how ties bring us together, and it hit meâyouâre the one who ties my world together. So, how about we knot up some time together?â he asked nervously, chewing his lip from the inside.
You looked up, took in a breath, and froze your fingers. You couldnât believe your ears, and your heart was beating simultaneously, feeling it dropping to your stomach. You were still holding in that breath and were now trying to move.
But just as suddenly as George had confessed, you scrunched up as much of the tie as you could and pulled him towards you. Leaning in, you closed the small gap between you. You didnât give yourself time to think, to second-guess what you were about to do.
Your lips met hisâfirm, warm, and slightly chapped. It wasnât perfect or practiced, but it felt real. George went still for a split second as if he hadnât fully processed what was happening before encircling his arms around your waist, holding you softly as if afraid to break you.
He tilted his head, adjusting, and the kiss deepened. The fabric of his tie, still bunched in your hand, was soft against your fingers as you clung to it like an anchor.
When you finally pulled back, your cheeks felt hot, and your breaths came faster than before. Georgeâs smiling eyes locked on yours, and for a second, the two of you just stood there, sharing flustered grins.
âIt was love at first knot, for you and me, I mean,â you said cheekily, your hands still holding on to his forearms.
âOh, I see I have competition now for my tie jokes. It is absolutely un-bow-lievable!â he replied.
You burst into giggles. Your attention suddenly returned to the wedding, and you became aware of the music and laughter coming from outside.
âLet me fix that for you,â you said as you pulled out your wand and muttered a quick spell to straighten the tie and remove creases.
âAye, whereâs the fun in that?â George exclaimed, wanting you in proximity again.
âSomething is telling me that if I come to fix your tie again, weâre going to miss the wedding, and I canât have Fleur and Molly blaming me for keeping you away all night,â you said, putting your wand back and turning your back to George as you tidied yourself up in the mirror.
"Jumping so fast to a night together, hmm?" he teased, wiggling his eyebrows in that signature mischievous way that always left you both laughing and exasperated. "Blimey, didnât think I was that charming, but I won't complain!"
You ignored his comment, trying to fight the wild thoughts in your head and the flush on your face. Your eyes met him in the mirror as he flashed his notorious grin.
Your eyes widened as you hastily turned back around. "George, no!" you exclaimed, and before you could stop him, George had wholly pulled off his tie and wrinkled it.
You sighed in disappointment, arms flapped down, at a loss for what to say. George leaned in, his voice dropping to a mock-serious tone.
"I like it when you personally tie the tie," he declared, tilting his head and flashing you his trademark lopsided grin. "Itâs tradition, isnât it? Besides, magicâs no good for something as important as this. Magic can't give me kisses as good as yours."
And before you could respond, you heard voices calling you down to the wedding.
The next time ended up being your wedding. Your dad had led you down the aisle, and once you reached the altar and faced George, you noticed the crooked tie. In habit, you reached to fix the tie, ignoring everyone else in the crowd.
Georgeâs hands covered yours mid-adjustment. His voice was soft and teasing as he said, âDarling, youâre supposed to say âI doâ first.â
The crowd laughed gently, but you didnât care. Looking into his eyes, you grinned, âI do. Now, hold still.â
With practiced fingers, you straightened his tie one last time, the one you had personally picked out for this day. A deep purple silk that matched the vibrant ivy adorning the wedding arch. Satisfied, you looked up at him and caught his gazeâfull of love, warmth, and that eternal mischief.
âPerfect,â you said quietly.
âYou always make me so,â he replied, his voice barely audible to anyone but you.
When the vows were exchanged, and the officiant declared you husband and wife, George didnât wait for permission to kiss you. He pulled you close, his hands warm against your back, and kissed you like it was the first and last time all at once. Cheers erupted around you, but for a moment, the world consisted of just you two.
Later, during the reception, Georgeâs tie had again gone askew, this time from all the dancing and celebration. He found you in the crowd and dramatically plopped into the chair beside you.
âWife of mine, it appears your services are needed again,â he said, holding out the wrinkled tie like a knightâs banner.
Laughing, you grabbed the tie, deftly fixing it. âYouâd think youâd learn by now,â you teased.
âNever,â he declared, pulling you into his lap. âHow else am I supposed to get you this close?â
The last time was when your six-year-old daughter learned to tie a tie herself. It was far from perfectâcrooked and loose, with one end far longer than the otherâbut you couldnât bear to correct her. Not when her little face was so scrunched up in concentration, her tiny hands fumbling with the fabric as if it were the most crucial task in the world.
âWell, what do you think, Daddy? Did I do a good job?â your little girl asked, her big eyes shining with hope.
You playfully nudged George, who was grinning from ear to ear as he admired his daughterâs handiwork.
âDone!â she exclaimed proudly, stepping back to admire her handiwork on George, who was crouching his knees with the patience of a saint.
George looked down at the tie, then back up at her, his face lighting up with exaggerated delight. âBlimey, love, this might be the best one yet! Perfectly wonkyâjust my style.â
He moved closer to her ear and mock whispered âBetter than any your mumâs ever done.â
âOi!â you interjected with mock indignation, your hands on your hips. âLetâs not forget whoâs been saving your neckâliterallyâfor years.â
George chuckled, reaching out to pull both of you into a warm embrace. âI think itâs safe to say Iâm the luckiest bloke alive, having my two favorite girls take care of me.â
Your daughter giggled, squirming happily between you. âDoes this mean I can tie Daddyâs ties forever now?â
You exchanged a tender look with George. âI suppose,â you said, brushing a strand of hair from her face, âbut only if you promise to teach your daddy how to do it himself someday.â
George feigned a gasp of horror. âTraitor! I thought you were on my side, darling!â
Your daughter giggled again, delighted by the playful banter, and you couldnât help but laugh too. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered joy, the kind you wanted to freeze in time forever.
Later, after she had scampered off to play, George turned to you, tugging at the lopsided knot still hanging around his neck.
âWell, Mrs. Weasley, care to show her how itâs done?â
You rolled your eyes fondly, stepping closer. âI suppose someone needs to teach her the right way.â
George leaned forward, his hands resting lightly on your hips as you began to work on the tie. His voice was soft and full of warmth.
 âYou know, every time you do this, I think about that first day at Kingâs Cross. How lucky I was that you decided to help a hopeless eleven-year-old with his tie.â
You glanced up, your fingers pausing. âLucky? Youâve been scheming ways to make me tie your ties ever since.â
âAnd youâve been falling for it every time,â he teased, his grin boyish and irresistible. âMust be love.â
You finished tying the knot and smoothed it down, your fingers tapping his collar, hands lingering against his chest. âMust be.â
George kissed you thenâsoft and sweet, his arms pulling you closer as if he never wanted to let go. And in that moment, with your daughterâs laughter echoing down the hall and Georgeâs tie finally, perfectly in place, you knew that your strings of fate would remain tied together forever.
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