George Weasley Imagine: “American student”
could you do an imagine
with an American exchange student (ik it technically doesn’t happen at hogwarts
but hey headcannons are headcannons) and George or Ron?
Requested by anon
Notes: Gryffindor reader
Today Angelina Johnson, the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, had convened a meeting to recruit new Quidditch players for the team. You had been a great keeper in your former Ilvermorny School and you wanted to try it out in your new Hogwarts team. The try-out couldn’t have gone better: you had managed to stop the ball 7 times out of 7 with ease.
“Good job, y/n. The position is yours” your now new captain congratulated you.
What you didn’t notice though, was the look a Weasley twin was giving you.
You were chatting with Katie Bell, a Gryffindor girl who was also a chaser in the team. Suddenly, a handsome ginger boy slightly older than you approached you two.
“Hi! Katie, Fred wanted to talk to you. He said it was important” he mumbled.
“Oh! Sorry, y/n. I have to go” she excused herself.
“It’s ok. I understand” you assured her with a smile.
When Katie left, the boy started to talk to you: “My name’s George Weasley” he introduced himself, extending his hand.
You shook his hand while you muttered your name, with a sweet smile. His hand felt soft and warm against your skin.
“Your accent is… different. Are you from America? I love America”
“Yes! I’m an exchange student. I’ll spend the year here…”
“I see… I saw you yesterday, on your try-out for the quidditch position. You know, my brother Ron hates you right now. He wanted to be a keeper…” he confessed.
“I’m sorry” you said, suddenly uncomfortable with the conversation.
“Don’t apologize. I’m glad you won the position! You are the best keeper gryffindor’s team has ever had. With you and Harry the rest of the teams won’t stand a chance!” he admitted excitedly. His enthusiasm was contagious, and you found yourself smiling brightly at him.
“You think so?” you wondered, feeling at ease once again.
“Yes. I was impressed, really”
With a raised eyebrow, you inquired: “Do you play Quidditch?”
“Why? Sure. My brother and I are beaters”
“Another brother?” you giggled.
He also chuckled and confessed: “I have lots of those”
He seemed someone fun to hang-out with and it was really easy to talk to him. Usually, you were awkward with strangers, but there was something about George which seemed different… You liked him.
“Do you wanna train for the Quidditch match with me?” you asked, hoping he’d say yes.
He smiled at you and nodded.
After the training, George went with his brother.
“Where have you been, Gred?”
George’s cheeks turned as red as his hair and he finally confessed: “With y/n, playing Quidditch”
“With the new American student? The keeper?” Fred asked, incredulously.
“The only one”
“I knew you fancied her/him!” his twin cried out.
“What? Who said anything about fancying?” he exclaimed with wide eyes.
“I did. You couldn’t take your eyes off of y/n on the try-out, George! Admit it!”
“Er- well, y/n is good-looking, and she/he seemed to be funny and kind” he confessed.
“Told you, brother. I give you two weeks until you ask y/n out on a date” he teased.
“What? It’s too soon. We have just met. Merlin’s pants!”
“We’ll see, George. Just you wait… You’ve always liked America, after all”
Needless to say, Fred was right, for George asked you out to Hogsmeade two weeks later. Your boyfriend had to tolerate the teasing of his brother all year.