WHEN DID YOU GET HOT? | GEORGE WEASLEY
Pairing: George Weasley x fem!Reader.
Summary: After a whole summer away, you see your best friend George and... he's different.
Warnings: Childhood friends to lovers, the reader literally drools for George, George is obvious till the end, fluff, jealousy,cursing, George being a git while Fred plays an important role! If you're a minor, do not interact with this post! I had to change their ages for the story (I know they should be younger!).
English isn't my first language, so please be kind! I do not own Harry Potter's characters. This is pure imagination! Do not copy my works, please! Enjoy!
⋆˚ ✿ Based on Sabrina Carpenter's song! I'm publishing the 1st part of this story because I want to write a longer fanfic!
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5
You've always been part of the Weasley's family.
Like Arthur, your father worked for the Ministry of Magic in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office. They were both fascinated by Muggles and their ability to live their lives without magic. Molly and your mother, on the other hand, met when they were two teenagers at Hogwarts, sharing the same dorm as well.
When you were born, six years after the birth of your older brother, you have basically grown up with the twins.
The three of you have been, unluckily, separated when the sorting hat chose your house - Hufflepuff, like your grandmother.
But still, you were inseparable. Always spending the holidays together, from Christmas to summer break.
This summer, however, Arthur won the annual Daily Prophet Grand Prize Galleon Draw, and they flew to Egypt to see Bill.
That's why you and your family decided to visit your grandparents in Ireland (even though it was really strange to spend their first summer break away from the Burrow).
For a month, you received letters and pictures from mostly everyone. Seeing their happy faces and their wide smiles made you happy, too.
You sent letters to them as well. Writing long and heartfelt letters, knowing damn well that Fred wouldn't even read them, while George would keep them inside the small box you two made when you were kids.
It's an old cardboard box - one that you and George made when you were around 6 years old. Every time you gifted each other something, you carefully put it inside of it. Now they were both sixteen, and the box was literally heavy.
You and George have always had a special connection. Despite Molly and your mother acting like you two were going to marry one day, you've never thought about him that way.
Merlin, you've basically seen him naked when he was 10! How could you even be in love with George of all people?
Or at least, that's what you believed.
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When September came, you were already rushing towards the King's Cross Station, walking inside the Platform 9¾.
"Dear, stop running! You won't see anything if you run!" your mother warned you, concerned.
"Don't worry, mum!" you giggled, finally stopping on your tracks as soon you saw two red-haired boys.
"George! Fred!" you yelled, running towards them with a huge smile plastered on your face.
"My little butterfly!" George wrapped his strong arms around your waist, lifting you up and spinning you around.
"My little butterfly? Really? Will you still call her that way in ten years?" Fred groaned, rolling his eyes at how cheeky you two were.
"She'll always be his butterfly," Molly chuckled, shaking her head in fondness. "Some things never change!"
But oh, they were about to change.
"You have long hair now! You both have long hair," you gasped, looking at both George and Fred.
"Yeah, guess we wanted to look more mature," Fred murmured, while George grinned shyly.
"You - you look mature, very mature," you whispered, blushing.
"Oh, my two young men!" Molly chuckled, smacking their cheeks affectionately, earning a groan from both of them.
"Hurry up, or you'll lose the train!" Arthur urged them to go away. "Molly, leave the kids"
After you bidded farewell to your families, George, Fred, and you stepped inside one of the train compartments of the Hogwarts Express.
A lady from Honeydukes Express, with a trolley full of sweets, knocked on your compartment... and despite having a sweet tooth, you couldn't fully concentrate.
You were shamelessly staring at George.
When did you get hot? All the sudden I could look you up and down all day.
You shook your head, trying to push those thoughts away. Since when did you drool over George? The same guy who spat a bogey flavoured bean right on your favourite skirt years ago?
That's not possible... right?
"Oi, do you want a bean?" Fred tapped your shoulder, handing you the small package of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. "Be careful, you may find another terrible bean"
"Ew, no thanks."
George chuckled, putting a bean inside his mouth smoothly without breaking eye contact.
"Scared you'll eat a vomit flavoured one again?"
You rolled your eyes, throwing a piece of paper in his face.
"I do not want to eat those things anymore. I lost count on how many terrible tastes I've found"
Fred hummed, nodding in approval.
"You're right. But what's life without a bit of risks?" but as soon as he put one between his lips, he threw it away. "EARWAX"
Both you and George made a face of disgust, eyeing the exact same sweet.
"Chocolate frog!" you said in unison, launching towards the small package that was lying quietly on top of the empty seat.
"I said that first!" you replied, trying to snatch the Chocolate Frog from his hands.
"I looked at it first!" George spoke back, licking your hand, causing you to gasp in horror.
"You're acting like two kids who have never seen or eat a Chocolate Frog. George, get out and buy another one"
George huffed and stood up, walking towards the lady with the trolley.
"Excuse me, can I have a chocolate frog, please?"
"You can have mine," a squeaky voice reached his ear. "I bought one for my friend, but she doesn't want it"
The girl smiled widely at him, blushing and batting her last at him.
"Uhm... thanks." George murmured, accepting the chocolate frog with a small nod.
"I'm Lydia, by the way," the girl giggled, waving at him excitedly.
Once George walked back inside the compartment, he sat down next to you.
"I got it for free," he wiggled his eyebrows, grinning. "A girl gave it to me"
Fred snorted, high-fiving him.
"Good job, mate! Was she pretty?"
"Wait, slow down. A girl gave you a chocolate frog without any reasons?" You murmured, furrowing your eyebrows.
"Why do you sound so surprised? I'm irresistible. No one can resist this face." he winked at you, biting down the head of the chocolate frog. "I got Dumbledore once again!"
You ate the chocolate slowly, almost... absently. Your mind was already working, connecting dots and making absurd scenarios.
"But yeah," he shrugged his shoulders. "She's cute... with blonde hair and green eyes, absolutely pretty"
Fred groaned, telling him how 'lucky' he was, while you were biting that damn chocolate frog roughly now.
"Oi, you're destroying that poor frog," George murmured, smiling innocently.
As if he hadn't done anything. As if your heart wasn't beating faster at the thought of another girl flirting with him.
"Who's she?" You didn't want your voice to sound so strained, yet it came out as a choked murmur. "I mean... she's apparently pretty and all"
Fred studied your face, contemplating. As if he was already understanding something that even you couldn't fully understand.
"Her name's Lydia. She's a Ravenclaw." George stretched his arms, locking eyes with you. "But I don't want to talk about her... I missed you"
Your gaze softened, a fond smile formed on your lips. "I missed you, too. Both of you."
"It was weird... not having you with us, spending a summer break without your old books falling from your hands." Fred teased you, ruffling your hair.
"Hey! At least you saw something way older than my books. How big were the pyramids?"
Both of them stood up, mimicking how big the pyramids were, rambling about everything they saw and how they had tried to shut Percy inside a pyramid but failing as soon as Molly caught them.
~~~~~~~~~~~
The familiar castle of Hogwarts welcomed them... but despite their excitement, the sight of the Dementors 'supervising' Hogwarts from any possible harm after Sirius Black's escape from Azkaban made the atmosphere dark.
"It's colder in here, isn't it?" George murmured, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to keep you close.
"This is crazy. Black escapes from one of the most secure prisons, and we're the ones who have to endure these horrible creatures." Fred shook his head, walking towards the entrance faster. "Come on, let's go inside before those things suck our happiness away."
"I'm so hungry," you spoke excitedly, walking inside the Great Hall.
"You're always hungry," George laughed, following you until you reached your house's table. "See you later"
You hummed softly, sitting down next to Alice, one of your closest friends.
"Hey, sweetie," Alice hugged you, "What happened to Fred and George? They're hot as hell."
You rolled your eyes, smacking her arm gently.
"You're talking about my best friends!" You chuckled, earning a huff from her.
"Oh, come on! Have you seen them?"
"I did, yeah." you whispered, glancing at George.
"You're drooling." Alice cackled, covering her mouth.
"I am not drooling!" you replied quickly, looking away from George's direction.
"Who's that girl sitting close to him?"
Your head snapped abruptly towards the pair, your eyes zeroed on the way this mysterious girl was literally clinging to George's side.
"I have no idea," you exhaled, biting your lips hard.
"You're going to make it bleed," Alice whispered. "Besides, you're basically fuming."
You took a slow breath, shifting your gaze to the plate in front of you.
"I'm not fuming. George can do whatever he wants with whoever he wants"
"Suure," Alice muttered while you stuffed your mouth with... roasted potatoes.
~~~~~~~~~~~
A few months later, Lydia kept dancing around George until she successfully managed to kiss George.
And you saw it all.
You were walking towards the Gryffindor common room with two cupcakes in hand, something you had prepared for the twin's seventeenth birthday. You've always loved to bake, especially during special events. But when you saw a red-haired guy kissing a blonde girl fervently, the cupcakes fell from your hands.
George was kissing Lydia.
His hands were wrapped around the girl's waist, and his tie was loosened.
Your feet moved before you could register the scene in front of your eyes, running away without any care.
Why was the sight of George kissing another girl upsetting you this much?
"Hey, little hellion." Fred called you, hands in his pockets and a grin plastered on his face. "Where are you running to?"
However, you kept running.
"Y/N... what's wrong?" Fred's alarmed voice stopped you.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me." you whispered with choked voice.
Fred furrowed his eyebrows, catching your wrist firmly. "Don't worry about you? There is clearly something wrong, and you tell me not to worry about you? What happened?"
When you turned around to face him, your cheeks were already covered in tears.
"You're crying..." Fred whispered, wiping away your tears with gentle hands.
Then, from the corner, George appeared - the two smashed cupcakes in his hands.
"Fred, you can't imagine what happened! Hey, little butterfly -" his words came to a stop as soon as he saw you crying. "You're crying. Who did this to you?"
You wanted to shout out loud, telling him that he was the reason why you were crying. But even you couldn't fully understand why you were crying.
So you did what you're apparently good at right now: you lied to him. You lied to yourself, too.
"It's... it's because of a guy."
"A guy? Tell me his name, and I swear I'll punch him as hard as I can"
"It's fine, George. I just need to let him go"
But Fred was still looking at you with confused eyes, wondering if there's something more under that painful truth.
"Anyway... happy birthday to both of you." you whispered before walking away.
When you disappeared from their sights, Fred looked down at the ruined cupcakes in George's hands.
"What are those?" he pointed at the homemade sweets with his finger.
"I found them smashed on the floor," George replied.
Fred nodded absently, fixing his hair. "What were you going to tell me?"
"Oh, yeah!" George exclaimed happily. "Me and Lydia kissed!"
Oh. Oh. Fred's eyes widened. Now everything makes sense. You loved baking. Those smashed cupcakes. Your tears. Everything led him to the same conclusion: you've seen George kissing Lydia.
"You two kissed? Do you even like her, or are you just enjoying her attention?"
George's smile dropped, and a frown appeared on his face.
"Are you implying that I'm just fooling around?"
"No, George." Fred sighed, looking back at the direction you've run off to. "I'm just saying that you should think about it before you jump into this relationship"
"Honestly? This connection is... physical, you know?" George chuckled, fixing his tie.
"George, you're better than that," Fred murmured. "I know you're excited and all, but just think about it, yeah?"
~~~~~~~~~
The following days, you tried to avoid both Fred and George. You were still trying to understand why the thought of George with another girl was bothering you so much... that's why you were currently sitting on the edge of your bed with the box you and George made years ago.
"Are you sure you're not in love with him?" Alice sat down next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder.
"I can't possibly be in love with my best friend, right?"
"Honey, what if that's exactly why you fell for him? You know him better than anyone else"
You gulped, opening the box with trembling hands.
"I don't know anymore, Alice." you whispered, picking up a small origami butterfly. "George made this years ago... Arthur gave him a muggle book where they taught you how to make origami, and he insisted on doing one for me"
Alice gave you a small smile, nodding slowly.
"That's actually cute. I've never understood why he keeps calling you 'little butterfly'."
"He's been calling me that way since we were two kids. We were at the Burrow, playing outside when all of a sudden, I saw a butterfly and began to follow it... but then I lost sight of it, and I literally got lost, too. Everyone was panicking until the butterfly reappeared, and it led me home. That's when George hugged me, crying out loud. I tried to reassure him, telling him that, like the butterfly, I found my way back home. Since then, he started to call me 'little butterfly' because every time he loses himself, he knows that I will always lead him home"
Alice wiped away your tears, hugging you tightly.
"It's never been just a friendship, and you know it. You were his home"
"Exactly... I was." you whispered bitterly. "Not anymore"
"Bullshit! Do you seriously think that Ravenclaw can actually take your place? Y/N, George is completely in love with you. He hadn't understood it yet"
"I wish you were right," you murmured, closing the box of memories.
~~~~~~~~~~~
"You've been avoiding us," Fred stopped in front of you, blocking your path.
"I'm busy, Fred."
"Busy with what? Cut the crap, Y/N. I know you've been upset about something, and you'll tell me why because I'm one of your best friends - Hell, I'm like a brother to you, so stop avoiding me and talk to me!"
"I'M ANGRY WITH GEORGE, OKAY?" You finally snapped. "Is that what you wanted to hear? Because I'm pretty sure you already knew"
Fred let out a loud sigh, rubbing a hand on his face. "Yeah, I've had my ideas... but why? What did he do?"
"Please, don't ask something that even I can't understand." You closed your eyes, unable to tell him everything.
"It's me! It's just me! You can talk to me," Fred begged you, holding your hands.
"I think I'm in love with George."
YAY! I finally wrote this fanfic, I'm so happy with the results. Obviously, this is just the first part of the story (^o^)
Anyway, I would like to thank @uzmacchiato for the amazing dividers, as always☆
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