Anything Else You Wanna Say?
George Weasley x Slytherin!Reader (Female)
Brief Summary
A public kiss. A bloody nose. A confession in the dark. When a fiercely loyal Slytherin finally stops hiding her feelings for George Weasley, chaos and love collide.
The Quidditch pitch was alive with noise â cheers, the pounding of feet on grass, and the shrill whistle signaling the end of the match. George Weasleyâs team had won, and the stands erupted in celebration.
But none of that mattered to you.
Your eyes were locked on him as he jogged off the pitch, sweat gleaming on his forehead, his fiery hair tousled by the wind. You pushed through the crowd, boots kicking up dirt, heart pounding wildly in your chest.
Without a second thought, you grabbed the collar of his jersey, pulling him toward you in front of the entire stadium.
Your lips met his in a fierce, breathless kiss â loud, unashamed, and full of everything youâd kept bottled up for years. The crowd gasped, silence cutting through the chaos for a heartbeat before erupting into cheers again.
You pulled back slowly, lips tingling, and met his stunned, flushed expression.
âHi,â you said, like you hadnât just devoured him in front of the entire school.
ââŚHi,â he blinked.
âYou played well.â
âYou kissed me.â
âWell spotted Weasley.â
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You didnât let go of his hand as you left the pitch together. If anything, your grip tightened. You were glowingâmud on your boots, wind in your hair, and something burning wild in your chest.
Thatâs when it happened.
A familiar figure stepped into your path in the corridorâtall, older, all smug Slytherin superiority and bitter pride. Heâd never liked you. And apparently, today was his final straw.
âOh, look. The Gryffindor petâs still wagging her tail.â
George tensed beside you, face darkening, âMate, not todayâ
âNah, I think todayâs perfect. Thought we had standards, but apparently anyone can wear green these daysââ
You were already moving.
CRACK.
Your fist slammed into the boyâs nose, cracking with a disgusting crunch. He stumbled back, blood spraying across his robes as he collapsed against the wall.
âSay that again,â you snapped, fists still clenched.
The boyâs back was half-slumped against the wall, nose bleeding from the punch youâd just given him. You were turning away, satisfied, about to keep walking.
But thenâhe laughed.
A low, nasally sound through his broken nose.
âNo wonder youâre with a Weasley,â he spat, eyes narrowed through the blood. âTakes a poor little mud-loving mongrel to fall for a charity case like that.â
THUD.
You kicked himâhard, boot to the chest, right against the ribs. He hit the wall again and gasped for breath like heâd been hit with a Bludger.
Then you crouched slowly, eyes cool and unreadable.
âGot anything else to say?â
He shook his head, gagging quietly, the smugness fully gone.
You stood. Adjusted your sleeve.
âDidnât think so.â
George was frozen, somewhere between concerned, aroused, and mentally planning the wedding.
âRemind me never to piss you off.â
âYouâd never be that stupid.â
ââŚNo. Definitely notâŚ.and waitâŚwait, you kissed me, then punched and kicked a guy.â
You gave a slow shrug. âAnd?â
âAnd I think Iâm in love.â
You paused. Blinked at him.
Then grabbed his hand. âCome with me.â
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You pulled him into an empty, overgrown courtyard behind the Owleryâhidden away from the castle noise. Moonlight spilled in through the archways. Moss clung to the stones like time had forgotten them.
You didnât let go of his hand.
George was quiet now, that usual playful spark replaced with something more cautious. More vulnerable.
âSo⌠about the whole kiss thing.â
You turned toward him. âWhat about it?â
George dragged both hands down his face like he couldnât deal with what just happened, âYou kiss me and then assaulted someone. Was that just⌠post-game adrenaline, orâŚâ
âWhat? No! You fool. That guy he âŚhe deserved it!âGeorge⌠if you want to back out nowâif you think Iâm too muchââ
He stared at you. Absolutely still. Then, softlyâŚ
âNo. No, thatâs not what I meant.â
A beat passed.
âThen what do you mean?â
He stepped in closer. His voice was lower nowâgentler. There was something fragile behind his usual grin.
âIâve liked you for years,â George said. âNot a little bit. Likeâfull-blown, eat-my-heart, ruin-my-life liked you.â
You snorted. âVery poetic.â
He went a bit red. âWell. I just⌠Iâve liked you for so long, and I thought you never saw me like that.â
You looked at him, brow raised. âI was scared. Youâre everything Iâm notâloud, kind, loved. I didnât think youâd ever want someone like me.â
âSomeone like you?â
âYou know. A Slytherin. A pain. Complicated.â
He shook his head, stepped closer, hands brushing your arms.
âYouâre brave. Smart. Funny when you want to be. And completely unhinged in the most incredible way.â
You blinked. âSo you donât mind that Iâm a littleâŚâ
âA little terrifying? Love, Iâve watched you jinx someone without blinking. I think I fell for you in fourth year.â
You stared. Heart pounding.
âSo what now?â
He leaned in. Pressed his forehead to yours.
âNow we stop pretending.â
You kissed him again. Slower. Softer.
No audience. No noise. Just the two of you.
Untilâ
âOH THANK MERLIN.â
You both broke apart to see Fred Weasley leaning against a statue with the smuggest look in recorded history.
âFinally! Iâve been watching you two do this ridiculous flirty eye-contact dance for years. You couldâve saved me so much time if you just started snogging earlier.â
George groaned. âFredââ
âNope. Iâm allowed. I earned this. Iâve been third-wheeling since fourth year.â
You glared. âDid you seriously follow us?â
âI was worried! She decked someone, Georgie. Full-on fist to the face! I thought Iâd have to bail her out of Azkaban.â
âWouldâve been worth it,â George muttered, still blinking like he couldnât believe this was happening.
âYou two make me sick,â Fred added cheerfully before leaving. âMushy little psychos.â
George muttered something about legally disowning his brother and then turned to you, face still pink.
You just smirked and tucked your fingers into his.
âYou realise this means Iâm yours now, right?â
âGood,â he said, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. âBecause Iâm yours too.â
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Extra lil bit
You hadnât even made it through the Great Hall doors the next morning when someone hissed your name.
âMiss [L/N]. My office. Now.â
You turned slowly.
Snape stood in the shadows like a bad omen, black robes already flaring dramatically despite zero wind. He didnât wait for you to replyâjust pivoted with a billow and glided away like a massive depressed bat.
George gave you a wide-eyed look from the Gryffindor table.
You sighed. âIf I die, tell Fred heâs not allowed at my funeral.â
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Snapeâs office smelled like old parchment, stronger potions, and years of withheld emotions. You stood silently in front of his desk as he slowlyâslowlyâsat down, folded his hands, and just stared at you for a moment.
Thenâ
âWhat. Exactly. Were you thinking.â
You blinked. âAbout what, sir?â
âDonât play coy. I am not in the mood.â
You crossed your arms. âIn my defence, he had it coming! I kissed George Weasley and whatânow Iâm the reason for Slytherins downfall? I just knocked him off his pedestalâ
Snapeâs nostrils flared. A vein may have twitched.
âYes. So Iâve heard. Quite loudly. Across three corridors. Because you punched a fellow studentâbroke his noseâand then kicked him against a stone wall.â
âAnd yet, here I stand, unpunished. Which says a lot.â
Snape stood. Slowly. The temperature dropped three degrees.
âMiss [L/N], you are in Slytherin House. That alone demands a measure of tact, discretion, and control. You are not some reckless Gryffindor brawling in the halls over every emotional outburst.â
You nodded. âRight. ButâŚâ
Snapeâs eyes narrowed.
ââŚadmit it. It was kinda cool.â
He stared.
âMiss [L/N].â
âSir.â
âThis is not a joke.â
You bit your lip. âI know. Iâm just sayingâhe said what he said, I responded accordingly!â
Snape began to pace now, robes whispering behind him.
âI expect better of you. I expect my students not to be the source of a castle-wide spectacle. And I certainly do not expect my Slytherins to be fawning over Gryffindors in broad daylight like a bloody comedic act!â
You blinked. âYou watched the kiss?â
âIt was impossible to miss.â
ââŚThoughts?â
He stopped. Faced you fully. Arms crossed.
âGet. Out.â
You dipped your head. âAs you wish, Professor.â
And as you turned to leaveâ
âMiss [L/N].â
He gave you one last glare. âNo more hospital visits. No more broken noses. Do you understand me?â
âYes, sir.â
âAnd if you must commit violence, at least use a silent hex like a civilized witch.â
âYes, sir.â
âAnd if I hear so much as a whisper about Weasley sneaking into the dungeons after hoursââ
âYou wonât.â
Snape exhaled, picked up a quill, and stabbed it into an inkpot like it had wronged him.
âGet out of my office, Miss [L/N].â










