Mischief Managed

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Intelligent

they figured out how to use the Marauder’s Map during their first year

they both received good marks in their first few years at Hogwarts

they drove their dad’s flying car without any training

they knew how to pick a lock using Muggle methods

they actually memorized the entire Marauder’s Map by their fifth year

they correctly predicted the outcome of the Quidditch World Cup

they made a successful aging potion so they could put their names in the Goblet of Fire (of course, Dumbledore had the age line which knew they weren’t of age, but their aging potion was a success regardless)

they started a highly successful business from scratch before their sixth year

they invented a great load of things for their business (which takes time, intelligence, and money)

found a way to disguise their products so they could be delivered to Hogwarts students

they passed their Apparition tests “with distinction”

they knew what the Vanishing Cabinet was and shoved Montague in it, knowing he wouldn’t come out for weeks

they turned corridors at Hogwarts into swamps

helped to keep Potterwatch going

Kind

tried to send Harry a toilet seat when he was in the hospital wing after fighting Quirrell and Voldemort

tried to keep the rogue bludger away from Harry in his second year

they rescued Harry from his abusive home before his second year at Hogwarts

didn’t take the rumors that Harry was the Heir of Slytherin seriously

both of them were ready to attack Malfoy when he called Hermione a “mudblood”

decided to give the Marauder’s Map to Harry because his “needs are greater than ours”

comforted Harry after the dementor attacks

they allowed Harry free merchandise from Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes because he gave them the thousand galleons to start their shop

defended their brother when the Slytherins came up with “Weasley is our King”

defended Harry when the Slytherins insulted his mother, Lily Potter

started an all-out rebellion against Umbridge for her punishment practices

volunteered to take Polyjuice Potion to disguise themselves as Harry Potter so they could safely transport the real one

Family-Bound

constantly defended their family from jokes about wealth, blood status, and appearances

requested that Percy sit with them instead of the other prefects in their third year because it was a “family holiday”

they were very proud of Ron when he beat McGonagall’s life-sized wizard’s chess

tried to cheer up Ginny during her first year, even though she’d been under the influence of Tom Riddle

joined their family in Egypt (even though they tried to lock Percy in a pyramid)

(sort of) comforted Ron when Scabbers went missing in his third year

they bought Ron a brand new set of dress robes under Harry’s instruction

they spent a majority of their Christmas holidays during their seventh year at St. Mungo’s after their father was attacked by Nagini

defended their family from Percy’s ignorance on multiple occasions

both still stayed at the Burrow for the Christmas holidays during Harry’s sixth year

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Intelligent

they figured out how to use the Marauder’s Map during their first year

they both received good marks in their first few years at Hogwarts

they drove their dad’s flying car without any training

they knew how to pick a lock using Muggle methods

they actually memorized the entire Marauder’s Map by their fifth year

they correctly predicted the outcome of the Quidditch World Cup

they made a successful aging potion so they could put their names in the Goblet of Fire (of course, Dumbledore had the age line which knew they weren’t of age, but their aging potion was a success regardless)

they started a highly successful business from scratch before their sixth year

they invented a great load of things for their business (which takes time, intelligence, and money)

found a way to disguise their products so they could be delivered to Hogwarts students

they passed their Apparition tests “with distinction”

they knew what the Vanishing Cabinet was and shoved Montague in it, knowing he wouldn’t come out for weeks

they turned corridors at Hogwarts into swamps

helped to keep Potterwatch going

Kind

tried to send Harry a toilet seat when he was in the hospital wing after fighting Quirrell and Voldemort

tried to keep the rogue bludger away from Harry in his second year

they rescued Harry from his abusive home before his second year at Hogwarts

didn’t take the rumors that Harry was the Heir of Slytherin seriously

both of them were ready to attack Malfoy when he called Hermione a “mudblood”

decided to give the Marauder’s Map to Harry because his “needs are greater than ours”

comforted Harry after the dementor attacks

they allowed Harry free merchandise from Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes because he gave them the thousand galleons to start their shop

defended their brother when the Slytherins came up with “Weasley is our King”

defended Harry when the Slytherins insulted his mother, Lily Potter

started an all-out rebellion against Umbridge for her punishment practices

volunteered to take Polyjuice Potion to disguise themselves as Harry Potter so they could safely transport the real one

Family-Bound

constantly defended their family from jokes about wealth, blood status, and appearances

requested that Percy sit with them instead of the other prefects in their third year because it was a “family holiday”

they were very proud of Ron when he beat McGonagall’s life-sized wizard’s chess

tried to cheer up Ginny during her first year, even though she’d been under the influence of Tom Riddle

joined their family in Egypt (even though they tried to lock Percy in a pyramid)

(sort of) comforted Ron when Scabbers went missing in his third year

they bought Ron a brand new set of dress robes under Harry’s instruction

they spent a majority of their Christmas holidays during their seventh year at St. Mungo’s after their father was attacked by Nagini

defended their family from Percy’s ignorance on multiple occasions

both still stayed at the Burrow for the Christmas holidays during Harry’s sixth year

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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YES OF COURSE :D sorry this is so late and thank you for being patient with me. work has been insane and i’ve been editing/writing my book and my fanfic and i’m also applying for other jobs which is just insanity bUT I NEED MY ONE SHOTS so here we go :)

george weasley x reader_______________________________________________________________________

   “G’night,” you called out to everyone still in the cozy, dimly lit family room of the Burrow. Ginny was a step in front of you on the stairs, and she did the same.   “See you in the morning, dears,” Mrs. Weasley smiled sweetly, though her eyes were masked with exhaustion. The smell of the freshly baked lemon meringue pie was still wafting throughout the house. The fire was faintly crackling in the background and you heard the wind howl outside. You felt an arm around your shoulders and smiled to yourself. “’Night, mum,” George called.   “G’night, darlings,” Mrs. Weasley called again as she began to fold away the kitchen towels. You, Ginny, George, and Fred headed up the stairs, leaving Harry and Ron near the fireplace, playing an intensifying game of exploding snap.   You were finally near your rooms and you heard an obnoxious sort of yawn. “G’night, Y/N, Gin,” Fred said and clumsily fell into you. Another yawn, and an eye roll form Ginny. “See you!”   Ginny slowly raised a hand to both of her brothers and waltzed into her room, gesturing for you to take your time getting ready for sleep. You turned back towards George who looked like he wanted to do anything else but head to bed. “Tired, love?”   “Yes,” he admited, albeit it begrudgingly. “But I hate not being able to spend the night with you.”   You laughed and placed a hand on his arm. “I know. But your mum, and mine, would probably kill us both before we even had a chance to explain ourselves.” You brought your hand to his cheek. “Morning will come quickly, I promise.”   He sighed and nodded at you. “You do know how difficult it is for me to leave you and walk into my room right now, right?”   “Just as difficult for me, dear,” you replied, and stood up on your tiptoes to press your lips lightly to his. He wrapped his arms around you quite tightly, and you knew he didn’t want to let go. Neither did you. But eventually, albeit sadly, you both did. “See you in the morning.”   “In the morning, my love,” he said before kissing your forehead. He ran his fingers through your hair once more before heading towards his bedroom, and flashed a sleepy smile at you before you rounded the corner and waltzed into Ginny’s.

A few hours later   You were awoken by a small noise at what must’ve been the middle of the night, because it was still black outside. Groggily, you yawned and tried to fixate your eyes on anything in the darkness. You heard a bump, and then, “Ouch! Damnit, Ginny and her freaking Quidditch stuff,”   “George?” you whispered as you felt a body slide into the bed next to you.   He placed a kiss on your cheek. “Hiya, darling.” You could practically feel the smirk he was giving you.   “Merlin’s beard…what are you doing in here? Your mum is going to kill you, she’s actually going to kill you dead.” You asked quite seriously, but you were grinning from ear to ear. George obviously sensed it, because he laughed and poked you in the side. You squirmed next to him.   “I just couldn’t bear to lie down without you any longer.”   You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. “You do realize your sister is in here, yes? Sound asleep across the other end,”   George shrugged. “There’s nine of us in this family; this isn’t the first and certainly won’t be the last time I’ll have shared a room with her,” he told you.   “If we get caught–”   He pressed his finger to your lips. “Shh–just for a little while, I’ll leave before the sun comes up–can we just…can I just lie with you a moment?”   You could feel your heart beating rapidly inside of your chest and couldn’t help but let your body relax in his arms. You felt him relax, too. “Of course.” You easily fit right into the crevices of his body, your head nuzzled into his shoulder and legs entangled together. You pulled the blanket around you both and closed your eyes again.

Morning   Your eyes opened with a flutter, and you took in the ray of sunshine flooding in through Ginny’s open window. You were about to get up and stretch when you felt a body move slightly next to you. You froze and turned over, whispering George’s name quickly and as loudly as you possibly could without awakening Ginny.   “George, George! For Merlin’s sake, wake up, would you? It’s morning!”   “What?” he asked with a sleepy voice and tired eyes. He yawned and pulled you closer to him. “Just five more minutes and then we’ll get ready for class,”   You rolled you eyes and shook him again. “We’re not at school, you loon! We’re in your house, where your parents are sitting just right downstairs drinking their morning tea!” This clearly got his attention. He shot up, eyes bloodshot and hair askew. He jumped up out of bed, kissed you sweetly and quickly, and made his way to the door as quietly and as stealthily as he could. You closed your eyes once again when you heard, “George? What’re you doing in Ginny’s room?” Oh, dear god.   “Oh, uh…” you heard George stammer. Damnit, George, think of something, quickly! “I woke up and went to see if Y/N was up, too, but she–she isn’t, yet, so I’m going to let her sleep longer,”   Mrs. Weasley was silent for a moment, obviously pondering this response of his, when she finally said, “Alright–well, that was sweet of you–d’you want some tea or would you like to wait for–”   “Georgie,” you heard Fred and your heart nearly stopped. “How’d it go? Did you frighten Y/N when you snuck into bed with–” he stopped abruptly and had obviously come face to face with his twin and Mrs. Weasley.   You heard a bit of fumbling, a little laughter and a scoff, and then you heard Mrs. Weasley say, a bit loudly, “You better run, boy!” Then there was a bit of the pattering of feet down the stairs, and silence.   Your heart was racing but you kept your eyes shut, hoping Mrs. Weasley wouldn’t waltz into Ginny’s room, as well. You heard footsteps make their way up the steps again and you braced yourself, eyes shut tight.   But it was just George. “No worries, you’re in the clear, told her ‘twas all me–I may be getting a beating, though–” he told you breathlessly and kissed you once more. “Totally worth it, by the way,” he winked and slipped out of the room again, Mrs. Weasley chasing him around the Burrow.   Across the room, Ginny moved slightly in her bed. How she was sleeping through all of this was beyond you. She opened her eyes and stretched. “Morning, Y/N,” she said brightly and smiled. “I miss anything?”   You thought about mentioning George sneaking in, lying in bed with you, not leaving soon enough and being caught because Fred had to open his big mouth. But you figured the chasing throughout the house would explain itself, so instead, you settled for, “Nope, nothing out of the ordinary. Just a normal morning at the Burrow,”   You swore in the distance you heard a faint, “George Weasley, get back here!” and a maniacal laugh.