george dunbar


Finally on youtube

George Dunbar’s Ubu

No Boys!

Pairing: Fred x Reader

Request: SO I HAVE THIS IDEA because the girl’s dormitories have this spell on them saying “As the founders considered boys to be less trustworthy they put a spell on the stairwell to prevent boys from entering that caused the stairs to turn into a slide“ and i thought that would be really cute if fred and george tried to find a way to sneak in! love your writing!!

A/N: Sorry for being away for so long, I’ll try and be more active! I’ve had major Fred and George feels of late… Do any of you guys sometimes have Fred days and George days?? because some days I’m like ‘yeah George would be so sweet and cute and maybe a little shy when talking to Y/n’ but some days I’m like ‘yeS Fred would be so outgoing and flirty and stuff to her’ and idk some days I’m in a Fred mood and some days I am in a George mood can anyone relate whatsoever? ramble over, enjoy the story folks

Squicks: None

“Why are boys less trustworthy anyway?” Fred asks with his arms crossed. Angelina and Katie had just walked into the boy’s dormitory to talk to Oliver, as well as Hermione having a deep discussion with Harry and Ron.

“They can all come into our dorms, but we can’t go into theirs, what’s up with that?” Fred adds.

“What does it matter? If they’re always coming in here, then why would we need to go in there?” George asks as Fay Dunbar also walked into the room.

“Because, Georgie, that isn’t the point,” Fred tuts. Before he could continue supporting his argument, Ginny walked in as well,

“Merlin, not you too!” Fred exclaims, throwing his arms up in the air and earning a strange look from Ginny,

“What’s his problem now?” Ginny asks in a bored tone to George,

“He’s debating the flaws in this school’s feminism and how we as men don’t have the same rights as women,” George replies, not looking up from his book.

“Why can’t boys go into the girl’s dorms anyway?” Fred argues,

“Because boys mess up things,” Ginny responds, “we’ve got everything in our dorms where they should be, whereas if we were to mess up anything in here I’d say it wouldn’t make much of a difference” she continues, looking around the cluttered and unorganised room,

“Still… I think we should be just as entitled to go into your dorms as much as you lot come into ours,” Fred grumbles.

“Who do you want to see in there anyway?” Ginny asks with a sly smile, getting George to join back into the conversation,

“That’s a good point actually, what do you want to go in there for anyway?”

“It’s not to see anyone,” Fred objects defensively, “it’s about the principles and equality, I personally stand for equal rights between the sexes, and I also happen to believe—“

“You want to go in and see Y/n don’t you,” Ginny says matter-of-factly.

“Ah yeah, the (h/c) girl, that’d be right,” George agrees,

“Shut up, that’s not why I want to go in there, and I don’t want to go in there anyway, it’s probably all tidy and pink and smelling like flowers or whatever you girls spray in there,”

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind seeing you either,” Ginny says as if Fred hadn’t even opened his mouth,

“I bet she would, we’re going to have to come up with a loophole to get you in there, ay Freddie?” George says, nudging his brother with his elbow.

“Look, I’m as keen to break the school rules as the next guy, but I am not doing this just to see Y/n, alright?”


It had been about a full week and somehow the rule-breaking masterminds of Hogwarts were unable to figure a way around the darn ‘no boys’ rule.

“So let’s go over it again,” George says for maybe the fourth time, “when a guy tries to enter the girl’s dorm, the—“

“Stairs turn into a slide and you fall down, yes we know we’ve tried,” Fred says, resting his head in his hand and playing with his food.

“We tried going in with Ginny and it still didn’t work…” George continues,

“And we tried Polyjuice Potion, but that bloody backfired…” Fred adds, shuddering.

“There’s no gender changing potions or spells, are there?” George thinks,

“Unlikely, and even if it was, I don’t think I’d be too up for it,” Fred says, “We want to go in there as males anyway, so there’s be no point in that,”

“Thank goodness, you’re both still alive,” Y/n says as she sits in the middle of the two boys,

“Why wouldn’t we be?” George asked confusedly, while Fred sits there silently, keeping his eyes on Y/n.

“Well it’s been so quiet around here all week with no pranks, I was beginning to wonder what happened to you two,” Y/n teases.

“We’re trying to hatch a master plan,” George says, looking out the window,

“Ah, that sounds about right,” Y/n giggles, “What’re you trying to do?” she says as she looks at Fred.

“Oh, right, we’re trying to find a way to get into the girls dormitory… Strictly for equality purposes only, you know, for men’s rights and… equality,” Fred rambles, causing Y/n to laugh,

“And here I was thinking you two were just wanting to drop in to say hello,” She smiles,

“Well, maybe that too,” Fred smiles back.

“So,” George interrupts, “We are trying to find a loophole in the rule, or a way of getting in”.

“Well it’s obvious, isn’t it?” Y/n says, earning a confused look from the twins, “just don’t go in through the door,”

“Ah yes, great idea, Y/n, why didn’t we think of that Freddie!” George says sarcastically, “We’ll just jump up seven stories into their window—“

“Or fly up…” Fred says, eyes widening as he finally understands,

“You’re both in the Quidditch team, with your own brooms, how did you not think of this earlier?” Y/n chuckles,

“We’re idiots,” George says, looking over at Fred before putting his head in his hands with shame.

“You’re a genius,” Fred says, smiling at the girl,

“You two just try to make things too complicated,” she laughs, “Hopefully I’ll see you tonight in the girl’s dorm if this plan all works out,” she says to them both, but possibly more directed at Fred.

— — That night — —

“Ready Fred?”

“Ready George,”

The twins had managed to sneak past Filch and Mrs. Norris, so that they were now on the frosty grass outside of the castle, almost directly under Gryffindor Tower.




They pushed off the ground and flew into the night’s sky, soaring upwards with the crisp air freezing their skin.

“There it is, Georgie, let’s hope this works!”

— —

Meanwhile, Y/n was sitting up in bed reading, while girls walked in and out of the dorm doing who know’s what. Y/n was waiting, hoping, for Fred and his brother to come to the window, so she could spend just a little more time with Fred. Y/n, of course, fancied Fred, and had no idea about how he felt towards her. She liked the way that he always had time for fun, even with the huge load of schoolwork they received. She loved the way that he and his brother would always come up with new and exciting tricks to do on the teachers and students. She loved how he would always have the best snarky comments to say back to someone, and always being able to make her laugh. The way his eyes sparked when he spoke about something he was passionate about was another one of her favourite things about him. She loved how—

*tap tap*

Y/n’s head snapped around to the window, to see Fred and George Weasley outside the window on their brooms, teeth chattering in the cold air.

She got up straight away to open the window, to which they flew inside and landed on the floor.

“WE DID IT!” they both cheered, high-fiving each other.

George looked around at the little circular room, taking in all of the tidiness, makeup and posters of attractive Quidditch platers above the beds, and was honestly not as impressed with the room as he thought he would be.

Fred, however, was extremely impressed with the view, as he was looking straight at Y/n.

“You did it, Fred!” She beamed as she pulled Fred in for a hug.

“Yeah, it was worth it I reckon,” he smiles.

“What, really? Our dorm isn’t really much different from yours,” she replies,

“I’m not talking about the dorm, Y/n,” Fred says, still holding Y/n in his arms. As she looked up at him, he bent his head down and kissed her on the lips. George hollered while the few girls still in the room cheered, with Ginny simply saying ‘called it’.

They both puled away from each other, their cheeks both a little pink (to which Fred claimed that the only reason his were red was from the cold outside, adding that Y/n had no excuse other than the fact that he was so incredibly sexy).

“Well now that you’ve found a way into the girl’s dorm, will I be seeing more of you in here?” Y/n asked with a smile,

“It’d be so much easier if you just came into ours, but I may make the exception for you on occasions,” Fred said, kissing her again.

Dance With Me

George Weasley x Reader

“Wow.” Cedric whispered as he watched his best friend climb down the stairs to the ball. She didn’t notice that all eyes were on her, as she was looking down, praying that she didn’t fall down the stairs in her ungodly heels.
“Do I look alright?” Y/N asked him, nervously examining her dress as she approached Cho and Cedric.
“You look gorgeous!” Cho put her hand on Y/N’s shoulder, truly meaning what she said.
“I’m honestly nothing compared to you.” Y/N smiled.
“Mr. Diggory, Miss Chang, it’s time for the opening dance.” McGonagall spoke, “and you look absolutely stunning, Miss L/N.” Y/N smiled, saying her thanks as she walked to the ball room.
“Y/N!” Dean Thomas, a Gryffindor boy a few years younger than Y/N (but her friend nonetheless), said from beside her. “You look amazing, whoever you came with must be very lucky.” Dean seemed to tower over Y/N, even though he was only a few inches taller with her heels.
“Oh, thank you so much Dean, you look rather handsome yourself, but actually, I didn’t come with anyone. Ced asked to go as friends, but obviously he needed to take Cho, she is his girlfriend, and so did that poor Neville kid, I would’ve gone with him if I hadn’t already committed to going alone.” She grinned, watching as the dance started.
“Well, my date obviously isn’t very interested.” He pointed a finger to Fay Dunbar and George Weasley.
“Wow I didn’t know you and Georgie were an item.” She laughed.
“Oh ha ha, you know I mean Fay.”
“Oh of course!” She raised her eyebrows, speaking in a sarcastic tone. “Well, I propose that since your boyfriend,” Dean glared at her but couldn’t muffle a laugh, “isn’t taking much of a liking to you, and I don’t have one in the first place, we should stick together.”
“I couldn’t have said it better.” He said, flinging an arm around her shoulder jokingly. George saw them pointing his way, and was now watching quite possibly the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, be ‘swept away’ in his eyes, by a fourth year.
“Dance with me.” She spoke dramatically. Y/N spun out of his grip, now holding a hand out to him. George watched, now having gotten Fay away from him, a spark of envy in his chest.
“It would be an honour.” Dean said in a fake posh voice, taking her hand and they walked to the dance floor. George watched as she moved ungracefully, tripping multiple times in her heels and stumbling to get the right movements.
“I’m not very good at this. The last time I wore a dress I was ten, last time I wore heels I was maybe thirteen but I only wore them for like five minutes.” She said, leaning on him for support as she took off her heels.
“Well, there’s only one way to get better.” Dean and Y/N danced and laughed together all night, of course with Cedric, and once he left (quite early too), Fred, George, and Angelina. It was possibly the happiest night of Y/N’s life.

George walked into the common room, tired and a bit sad. He had just spent hours with the girl he loves, why did he feel this way? He went to sit down on the couch of the common room and sulk a bit, but there was someone there. It was her, Y/N, book in hand, now changed into what looked to be one of Dean’s shirts and a pair of gym shorts she must’ve borrowed from one of the girls.
“Hi there, Georgie.” She smiled at him, putting down her book.
“Hey, Y/N.” He said glumly.
“Well what’s gotcha down so bad?” She slid so George could sit. As he sat next to her, she slid off his already loose tie.
“I’m not sure actually.”
“Well then…” There was a few seconds of silence. She stood up, he assumed she was leaving for her common room. She walked to the unused record player and put on a track. Y/N held her hand out to George. He looked confused. She sighed and rolled her eyes mumbling, “boys, they cant take a hint at all can they?” He stared at her for a second more. “Dance with me. You didn’t dance at all during the ball and now look at ya, you’re more blue than Neptune.” He took her hand, hesitantly standing. He got into a dancing position, their bodies seemed to be a foot apart. Y/N pulled him closer by the hem of his shirt, keeping her hands on his hips under it. “Yanno, I really like this. It’s like nothing else really matters.”  "Yea. Nothing.“ He sighed, he ran his hands through her hair as she held him close.  “George can I tell you something?” She asked.  “Of course, anything.” She took a deep breath.  “There’s this guy,” she started, George’s heart dropped, “and I’ve known him for a while,” he assumed she was talking about Dean. “Well, while he isn’t one of my best friends, he’s still a friend,” now it couldn’t be Dean. "And I really like him, and I don’t know how to tell him, I really wanted to say something tonight at the ball but…“ She trailed off.  "I say you should tell him, whoever it may be is a very lucky lad.” “Really?” George nodded. “Well then,” she hesitated,“George Weasley,” she stepped back from him, gaining a wave of confidence, “that boy is a tall, ginger, Quidditch playing, prankster.He always knows how to make me feel.better when I’m down and can make even the saddest people laugh. He is caring and passionate and an altogether amazing person. George Weasley, that boy is you.” Neither of them knew what happened next, only that their lips had crashed together, an eager kiss unfolding. George leaned closer to her, as if trying to get closer, though that was impossible. She smiled into the kiss, and eventually they broke apart. “Wow.” George smiled. “Couldn’t’ve said it better myself.” George thought he must be dreaming. The girl he’s loved for years was in his arms. What could possibly be better.