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You’re Out of my League

Could you do one where George is trying to ask you out but you have really low self esteem and turn him down because of it and when he asks why you end up telling him and just really fluffy

Warnings: None

A/N: Any characters from the potterverse belong to J.K. Rowling. 

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“I’ll catch up with you later. I have to go pick up some books from the library,” you called to your friends as you packed up your books. You had to start your massive report for divination today or else you’d never get it done in time.

“I’ll come with you,” your friend George offered. You wondered why on earth he wanted to go. It was not like he enjoyed the library and its tranquil atmosphere.

“I think Madam Prince will kick me out if you make me laugh too much like last time,” you warned.

“I won’t laugh,” adding a dramatic pause he added. “much. I promise.”  The determined look in his mischievous eyes confirmed that George was fully committed to this mini trip to the library with you. With a huff, you headed toward the library as George followed behind you. When you arrived, you realized you weren’t the only one getting started on their research for Divination as you recognized someone else from your class with a stack of books. The library was oddly comforting to you; it made your work of selecting books more of a game than a chore. You’d wonder if the students from years past used the book, and all the projects they had gone through. Although the crinkled spines showed the physical age of the book, the knowledge inside the book was timeless. Some spell always managed to keep the pages crisp and untorn despite the passage of time.   Just as you were selecting books for your paper topic, you felt a light tap on your shoulder.  

“Y/N, I wanted to ask you something,” George smiled.  

“Of course George you can ask me anything,” you replied as you continued selecting books for your pile.  

“Would you like to go out some time?” George blurted..

You froze. George couldn’t have possible asked you out. Maybe he was talking to someone else. Your eyes scanned your surroundings only to confirm that you were the only girl within talking distance, well not counting Madam Prince who was staring at the two of you. The sour look on her face confirming that she had heard George’s bold statement.

“Y/N, did you hear me? I wanted to know if you’d like to go out sometime,” George asked yet again, this time his voice returning to a low purr.

“I umm no George I don’t think so,” you slowly began pulling books again.

“Oh,”  George sighed. Your shoulders tensed when you heard the slight pain in his voice. “I didn’t think you’d say no. Can I ask why?”

“It’s rather complicated George. I’d rather not talk about it,” but when you turned and saw the look of rejection on George’s face, you couldn’t resist divulging.” I don’t think I can go out with a guy like you.”

“Is it because of my jokes because I’m not joking all the time,” George shouted. Once more Madam Prince appeared raising a finger to her lips. George smiled back at her nervously before turning back to face you.

“No, it’s not that. I just, I don’t think I’m worthy of a guy like you,” you murmured as you bit your lip.


“You not worthy? Y/N, I’m not worthy of a girl like you. You’re far more patient then I, far more talented at schooling, and way prettier,” George insisted.

“Thanks George,” you looked down to the floor, but George gently moved your head up.  

“I’m not finished. Y/N you don’t understand. You’re completely out of my league. You tutor people in your free time, heck you tutor when you’re busy. You put your friends’ happiness far above your own, and you’re saying you’re not worthy?” George marveled.

It did seem kind of ridiculous to believe that you weren’t worthy when George said those kind things about you.

“Do you really mean all that? “ you whispered.

“Of course I do. You are not a person I joke about,” George pointed out. You couldn’t help but blush.

“Alright George, I’ll go out with you,” you smiled.

“Brilliant! I’ll pick you up Friday at eight,” before he could go on with his plans, Madam Prince stormed the section you were in demanding you take your conversation elsewhere. Giggling, the two of you left the library not only with your books but also with your newfound confidence.