The-Ginger

Completely Mental

Originally posted by stunning-i

Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: George Weasley x Reader
Request: (Anon) Can I request an imagine where the reader has a crush and George Weasley but flirts around with other people because they think he doesn’t like them back? Thank you
Warnings: None


“Are you always this stupid or is today a special occasion?”

George dropped the spoon that he had halfway to his mouth onto his cereal bowl, surprised by his brother’s sudden appearance at his side.

“Bloody hell, Fred!” He exclaimed, wiping at his sweater where a splash of milk had landed. “Give me a bit of warning before you sneak you on me next time, would you?”

“Well, I didn’t exactly pop out of nowhere.”Fred laughed, slipping into the seat beside George. “You would have seen me were you not daydreaming about your crush, (Y/N) over there.”

Fred nudged his head in your direction. Following his gaze, George looked back over to the other side of the Gryffindor table, where he saw you sitting in the middle of a group of his fellow Quidditch players, your hand resting gently on Oliver Wood’s shoulder as you laughed at something he said.

“What makes you think I have a crush on her?

Fred snorted.

“You really are completely mental, aren’t you? You look at her like you’ve never seen a human of the female gender before.” He teased, poking George’s side. “Plus she’s exactly your type; confident, beautiful, totally into you…”

George snapped his head back to look at his brother, completely missing the way you glanced up from your conversation with Wood to look over at him. “She’s not into me.”

Fred shook his head. “Whatever you say, George, but she’s heading this way. Make a move.”

And with that Fred left him to fend for himself.

Looking over his shoulder, George saw that you were indeed walking towards him, although your eyes were set on the Great Hall’s double doors - no doubt heading back to your common room - but before you could pass him, George stood up from his seat and blocked your way.

“Hey.” 

You blinked once at him, a little distracted by the way he bounced on the balls of his feet as he stood in front of you. “Hey, George.”

“Are you doing anything today?” He asked you, before you had the opportunity to say another word. “Want to come to Hogsmeade with me?”

A short lived chuckle left you. 

“Is your brother coming with or…” You paused for a moment, nervously rubbing you hands together as you spoke your next words, “is it going to be like a date?”

George was tempted to pinch himself as you smiled at him.

“No - I mean yes. No - “ He cleared his throat. “No, Fred isn’t coming. Yes to the date. If you want it to be.”

“Yes.” You replied, your heart beating like a captive bird against your ribcage. “I’ll go to Hogsmeade with you. On a date.”

Probable contemporary manuscript of Elizabeth of York and Henry VII. Unfortunately, I cannot find any other detail on it besides that it’s housed at the British Library Illuminated Manuscripts Collection.

I love how they’re side-eyeing each other and look like they’re about to fight to the death for the throne.