Imagine being Neville’s older sister and the twins having a crush on you
Written by: Head Honcho ~ Zoe
“I didn’t know you wore those, Neville.” Fred smirks as he holds up a silk bra. George laughs at the blushing dark haired student.
“I think Grandma accidentally switched out packages again, Nev.” You sigh as you set down the box of boxer, packets of seeds, and other things.
“I think so.” Your younger brother shyly nods, dropping the garment and quickly putting the lid back on it.
“Next time I think she should label it before she closes it.” You smile down at him, he quickly nods without making eye contact. “Sorry for mortifying you, kid.” You ruffle his hair.
“Not the first time.” He mumbles, you frown.
“Well,” You let out a deep breath. “I’ll make it up to you at Hogsmeade this weekend then, yeah?” You send him a hopeful smile.
“You don’t have to–”
“I want to.” You cut him off. “This is the fifth time this year alone that Grandma sent you my knickers.” You remind. “The least I can do is buy you something from Zonko’s or Honeydukes for the embarrassment I have caused you.”
“Alright.” He nods.
“Fantastic.” You set a hand on his jaw and lean down to peck his cheek. “See you later, bud.”
“Cya.” He sends you a tight-lip smile as you walk back down the aisle. Once he sees you sit back down by your friends, he turns back to the twins. “What?” He questions noticing how their eyes are wide and their jaws are dropped.
“You didn’t tell us that your sister is the hottest girl in school.” George leans forward and whispers to him.
“She’s absolutely peg, man.” Fred gapes.
“I didn’t know I was obligated to inform you guys on that.” Neville admits, absent-mindedly shifting through the different things in his care package.
“Of course you were.” Fred demands.
“We’ve had a crush on (Y/N) since we saw her on the Hogwarts express first year.” George informs, Neville shrugs.
“It’s not my fault that neither of you have manned up and asked her out yet.” He deadpans, reading the label on one of the seed packets.
The gingers’ eyebrows shoot up at the usual shy boy’s bold statement… but they both give each other a sad look knowing that Neville is right.
Reading hp and the half blood prince and then I get to the part where Bill gets attacked and has a scar and molly just jumps in saying “oh well I guess that’s the wedding cancelled” and all I think is fleur looking her dead in the eye and saying “I think the fuck not” just this girl is amazing don’t think she’s some stuck up bitch cause she’s just amazing and I love her
For @nexiumkreeth…reader is female as requested. Enjoy! (honestly, i’m good with writing anything that means Fred lives)
Y/N sprinted through the massive castle that was Hogwarts. She cast spells as she ran in an attempt to help anyone she could. Spotting Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, Y/N skid to a halt. A few dementors were heading toward the four. Without hesitation, Y/N sent her patronus after the soul-suckers.
Both Weasleys gave a nod of appreciation. Y/N turned back to the battle at hand. She shot stun spells at anything that was black and moving through the air. She glanced over her shoulder to see the four had dispersed. Seeing no one in desperate need, Y/N picked up her pace, starting to run again.
Y/N conjured her patronus once again. She led the creature with her wand, pushing away the darkest threats. Hogwarts was the only place that had ever felt like home to her. She’d be damned if she didn’t try and protect it.
The witch finally made it outside on a balcony. Her patronus lunged at a dementor that hung a little too close. The faceless beast moved away with a horrid screech. Y/N looked down the balcony, eyes widening. The Weasley twins were fighting side by side. It seemed like Fred was pushing George inside as a black ashy beam headed in their direction. Y/N could just barely make out the colored sparks coming from the moving Death Eater.
Without hesitation, Y/N raised her wand and pointed. Before she could get the words out, the shield spell she desired shot from her wand and in front of Fred. This effectively blocked the spell from hitting the Weasley. Her protective nature taking over, Y/N hopped onto the balcony rail and started shooting more powerful spells toward the Death Eater. This didn’t allow her to see Fred’s stunned face as she fought the man.
“Arresto momentum!” she shrieked, slowing him down, “Confringo!”
The Death Eater she had been facing burst into flames. Y/N turned slightly to see George pulling Fred into the castle. She smiled to herself, happy that he was safe. She shook her head, refocusing on the battle.
(I love George Weasley and I love you very much and have a wonderful day)
“Shut up and watch.” Fred elbowed his brother, who was snickering at you and George as you drank from your cups, which were spiked with love potions.
“Shut up, George.” you snapped
“Are you going to make me?” he asked.
“I just might.”
“Be careful, I might like it.” he sneered.
“Is it going to work?” Ron asked Fred.
“It has to, I did exactly as the book said.” Fred answered, looking warily around as Hermione sat down.
“What are you doing?” she asked when she was settled in her seat.
“We’ve given Y/N and Gerogie a love potion.” Fred answered absently, watching as the two of you continued to fight. Hermione rolled her eyes as she stared at Ron and Harry.
“Nothing is going to change.” she rolled her eyes, earning the attention of everyone in on the joke. “They’re already head over heels. A love potion won’t change anything.”
“Sure, they fight all the time, but haven’t you seen the way they look at one another?” she asked like it was obvious. She was right, nothing had changed, you still shot insults back and forth, George had a ghost of a smile on his lips and your eyes were on fire, as you both leaned over the table and got close to one another, noses almost touching.
“Be careful, Y/N, if you keep looking at me like that, I might kiss you.”
Prompt: Ravenclaw reader has been receiving gifts from an anonymous sender and after her friend drags her to the second match of the Triwizard Tournament, their identity is revealed.
Word count: 7,305 (sorry I got carried away)
Warnings: Maybe two swear words, other than that nothing
A bouquet of luscious red rose tied together rested against the door frame. Your breath hitched in your throat as your school work fell from your hands. They collided with the floor in an instant creating an echoing crash to follow.
Most cases you would have rushed to pick them up but the gift contained all your attention. Your fingers pressed to the side of your jaw, the palm of your hand covering your mouth to mask the gasp.
You scanned the hallway searching for any form of life. The empty corridor suggested no lead on as to who dropped the surprise off. Although there was a note attached to the clear plastic outer layer.
Bending down at the knees you plucked the thick card from the envelope and flipped it open. Excitement flooded you like a schoolgirl receiving a valentine. Not that this was too far from reality.
You unfolded the card gleefully yearning to see who the sender was. The tilted black cursive reflected opposite to the chicken scratch you had been gifted with the week before. This was neat, almost as if it had come fresh from a typewriter.
• Him pretending he forgot at first
• Because he found it funny when you looked at him expectedly
• “Sorry babe, I genuinely forgot! I haven’t got you anything.“
• Being low-key pissed off with him
• Until he brings out a giant bouquet of your favourite flowers
• The smile on your face being so wide
• Handing you a bag of sweets
• "These better not be Weasley products.”
• Him laughing nervously
• "Okay don’t eat the purple ones.“
• "Or the red ones.”
• "Or the blue ones.“
• "You know what, just let me take that from you.”
• Starting a food fight in the Great Hall
• For no reason except people were being too lovey dovey
• Escaping before being hit with food yourselves
• "You’re crazy!“
• "All part of my charm, love.”
• Sneaking into Snape’s office to “decorate” it a little
• "The old git needs some love in his life.“
• Staring at the pink decorations
• Trying not to laugh
• Running back to the common room before you’re caught
• "Well that was fun.”
• Sitting on the couches in the Gryffindor common room
• Basking in the heat of the fire
• "You know Y/n, I don’t say this enough but you’re wicked hot and I love you.“
• "Why thank you. I love you too.”
• Talking for ages
• About literally anything you can think of
• "I got you one last gift.“
• Smiling happily
• "You didn’t have to!”
• "Well, you’re mine, aren’t you? Got to show it in some way.“
• Bringing out the one thing you’ve been wanting for as long as you can remember
• "You are the best boyfriend ever!”
• "I try.“
• So many kisses
• Long cuddles
• Constant "I love you"s
Hey guys! Fred Weasley is just so wonderful, but all the games might get to be a bit much. I hope you guys like it!
Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader
Sometimes when it came to being friends with and dating one of the two biggest pranksters at Hogwarts was fun, other times, it caused you a significant amount of grief. Today was one of the less fun days. The twins had decided to play the ‘which on is which’ game with you. Generally, you didn’t have many issues telling them apart despite the fact they were identical. They acted very differently.
“Hey (Y/N)!” George yelled, tossing an arm around your shoulders.
“Hey, George,” You said, smiling happily. Suddenly, the redhead stopped, looking confused.
“No, mate, I’m Fred. He’s George,” He said, pointing at the other boy. You sighed.
“I know you’re not.” George and his twin stood side by side with identical confused faces. You snorted a soft laugh. They exchanged looks before looking back at you with mirrored smirks.
“Are you sure?” They asked. You nodded as you continued towards the common room. Both of them trailed after you, one on either side; each of them had leaned an arm on your shoulders. Upon reaching the portrait hole, you spit out the password automatically. The Fat Lady gave you a kind smile which you reciprocated, still ignoring the twins at your sides.
“How exactly can you–” Fred started.
“be so sure?” George finished. You laughed, setting your bag down by a chair.
“I just know, guys,” You said, turning back to them.
“Which one am I?” Fred asked, grinning at you.
“You are my dearest Fred Weasley,” You said, pecking his lips. A smirk curled on their faces.
“Wrong,” They chirped in sync.
“I know I’m right,” You said, taking a seat. The twins kneeled in front of you, trying to keep you playing their game. You just watched as they tried harder to make you wrong.
“How?” They asked. You snorted.
“The way you carry yourselves is different. Fred, you’re the more outgoing one. You talk first most of the time. You also tend to be the brains behind a plan while your counterpart is the enabler. George, you’re the more sympathetic one and you carry on a joke. Merlin’s beard, you two, I’m dating Fred and I’ve known you for years,” You giggled. They exchanged another look before disappearing into the boys dorms. This was not going to be good.
The stupid game dragged on for weeks with them only becoming more insistent upon one being the other until you began to avoid both of them. That only lasted so long though. You wanted to be able to kiss Fred again. When you finally saw them again, only one approached you as you ate breakfast in the Great Hall. The way he swaggered up to you, you almost thought it was Fred. Almost. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders again.
“Hello, love,” He said, pulling you close. Raising an eyebrow, you pulled back.
“What the hell, George?” You mumbled, shoving another bite of eggs into your mouth.
“I’m Fred. Honestly, you call yourself my girlfriend. You’re as bad as my mother,” He laughed. You unwrapped his arm from you, looking around for your actual boyfriend.
“No, you aren’t. I can tell because my boyfriend kisses me good morning instead of saying it.” The ginger plastered his hand to his chest looking offended as you continued on with your breakfast. Finally, Fred joined you.
“Maybe you just need to brush your teeth before I kiss you,” George suggested.
“I have,” You said, calmly. “Hello, Fred.” It was now that you acknowledged the other redhead to your left. One more reason you knew that it was him. Fred always sat on your left.
“I’m George, mate,” He said. You rolled your eyes. This game was getting annoying.
“Would you cut it out? I’m getting really sick of having to explain that I know my boyfriend is my boyfriend.” They just laughed. Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance.
“Come on, babe. There’s nothing to be ashamed of when our own mother can’t tell us apart,” George said, rubbing your arm. You slammed your fork on your plate angrily.
“I can tell you apart. You two are just being dicks,” You snapped. Once again they laughed into their breakfast. Just then, an evil thought crossed your mind as you took a drink. Smirking into your goblet, you decided that, if they wanted you to play the game, you’d play it. Wiping the look from your face, you placed your goblet back on the table with a sweet smile.
“Are you finally coming around?” Fred asked. You nodded with the most apologetic expression you could muster.
“Yeah. I guess I just can’t tell you apart. I’m sorry,” You said, trying to keep the bubbling laugh down.
“Everyone makes mistakes,” Fred said, nudging your shoulder with his own.
“Yeah, (Y/N), just take our word for it next time,” George said.
“You are completely right, love,” You said, finishing off your breakfast. Standing, you gathered your things for class, but not before you pressed a kiss to George’s cheek. You watched as Fred flushed lightly with anger.
“Have fun in Potions,” George said. You smiled, hugging your books to your chest.
“Thanks, Fred. I’ll see you at lunch,” You chirped, turning to Fred with the same smile you always gave his brother. “Bye George.”
You played their game for about a week and you could see Fred beginning to lose it. You hadn’t gone as far as kissing George on the lips, but you’d given him all the hugs, satisfied sighs, and special smiles that you generally reserved for your boyfriend. There was also the added bonus of seeing George look as uncomfortable as a person could look. You had only lasted about a day without telling Hermione, who was just as amused by the situation.
“How long do you think it will be before they lose it?” You asked Hermione as you flipped the page in your book. It was just you two in the common room at the moment.
“I don’t know. I heard them talking earlier and it doesn’t sound like they’re going to give up any time soon,” She replied, looking up from her book. You bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows. You really wanted your actual boyfriend back.
“Ugggghhh,” You groaned, “I want Freddie back.”
“You could always give it up first, you know,” She suggested, knowing full well that losing was not an option for you. You glared lightly at her and she laughed.
“Don’t even go there,” You giggled. She looked thoughtful for a moment before an evil look crossed her face. That look both terrified and excited you.
“You could push them into forfeiting,” She said, ominously. You raised an eyebrow.
“I’m listening.” Hermione leaned with a devilish smile. It only took a few seconds of explaining to reach an understanding. She was telling you to really throw yourself into this. Go as far as Fred would let you go. You ran your fingers through your hair, biting your lip.
“At the very least, you’d win,” She said.
“You’re not wrong,” You said, apprehensively.
“Well, are you going to go through with it?” She asked. You rolled the idea around in your head for a few seconds before making your decision.
“Yeah. It’s not like it’ll go very far anyway,” You said with a shrug. She laughed, patting you on the shoulder.
Fred and George didn’t appear in the common room until a hour or so later, giving you and Hermione a good long time to laugh about your plan. When they walked in, you went silent. Grinning, you waved at Fred, who waved back grumpily.
“What’s wrong?” You asked. He plopped down on the couch and crossed his arms.
“Georgie’s just upset because he can’t get himself a girlfriend,” George laughed. You gave a fake pout in Fred’s direction. Glancing at Hermione, she gave you a subtle smile and excused herself to go to bed.
“Aww, don’t worry. You’ll find someone,” You said, punching him in the arm lightly. He simply gave you a sour look and you moved from his side to George’s lap.
“(Y/N)?” He asked, reddening slightly. It took everything you had to keep the impending smirk off your face. This was so obviously George. Fred always welcomed you into his lap with a kiss and a good natured joke at his brother’s expense.
“Yes, love?” You asked, innocently. You batted your eyelashes at him and intertwined your fingers with his.
“Don’t you think it’s inappropriate to do this in front of my little brother here?” He asked. You giggled sweetly, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand.
“It hasn’t ever bothered you before.” You snuggled into the younger twin, placing the top of your head just under his chin and turning to look at your actual boyfriend.
Fred had crossed his arms and locked his fudge colored eyes onto the fireplace with an ugly look on his face. Red was creeping up his neck and turning his ears the same shade as his hair the more friendly you got with George. The thought of beating them at their own game made you continue with your antics. This was also basically a guarantee that they’d never play this game with you again. They still hadn’t broken yet. You shrugged internally. You’d just have to push a little further.
“You know, George, I think there are plenty of girls out there for you. Maybe try someone from the Quidditch team,” You suggested. Fred glared at you from the corner of his eye.
“Yeah?” He snapped. You nodded, looking as if nothing were wrong.
“Definitely. Angelina Johnson likes you, I think.” You felt George jump beneath you.
“Really?” He asked. You glanced back at him with a fake confused look.
“Is it really that shocking that she’d like your brother?” You asked. He cleared his throat, settling back into the couch and wrapping a hesitant arm around you.
“Yeah, considering I got all the good looks,” He taunted, weakly. You fought down your smirk again. You yawned, stretching languidly in a way that always drove Fred insane. George swallowed thickly. Their reaction was incredibly similar.
“I suppose I’d have to agree with you on that. Well, if you don’t mind Georgie, I think I’m going to steal your brother for the night,” You said, winking at an obviously panicking redhead. Fred’s eyes lit up with hellish flames that you’d never seen before, but he didn’t move.
“I mind,” He grunted.
“You had something planned?” You set your eyes on George, tipping your head to the side and leaning into him. This was usually the point in which Fred stopped caring if he’d planned something.
“W-Well, no, but…” He sputtered. Smirking inwardly, you patted yourself on the back for backing them into this corner. The game would be over soon and you would have your Fred back.
“Then there should be no reason as to why I can’t have him for tonight.” You pulled the uncomfortable twin to his feet.
“(Y/N),” Fred said. His tone was blank, but his face was twisted in anger that might not have been apparent if you weren’t looking for it.
“What, George?” You asked. He flinched as you called him by his brother’s name. He didn’t say anything, so you shrugged and began leading George to the exit. Usually, you and Fred would go spend your night in the Room of Requirement. Fred stood up, hands curling into fists.
“Just wait a minute! You’re not going anywhere with my bird!” Fred growled, crossing the room in three steps and tearing his brother from you. It was now that you couldn’t contain your laughter. It began to bubble and spill from your lips; starting as minor giggles and reaching a total mess of shrieking laughter that you rarely accomplished without the help of the Weasley twins. Both sets of eyes rested on you like you’d lost your marbles.
“She set us up,” George said, staring at you in disbelief.
“You bet I did! Dear lord, you should see the looks on your faces!” You cackled. An identical pair of unamused faces looked down at you a tears cascaded down your cheeks from laughing so hard.
“You did this on purpose?” They asked. You nodded, beginning to catch your breath.
“What the hell–”
“– is wrong with you?” They snapped. You snorted another laugh and wiped droplet from your eye.
“You guys started it,” You pointed out. They shared a look before George nodded at Fred and left the common room, leaving the two of you alone.
“Can you actually tell us apart?” He asked, coming closer to you.
“I can.” You watched him as the anger faded from his face, but not his eyes. Not yet anyway.
“Then what was the point of acting like you couldn’t?” He yelled. You laughed softly, taking his hand in yours.
“Punishment,” You stated simply. He blinked at you. “Come on, Freddie. You spent weeks torturing me for your own amusement. It’s really only fair that I have my fun too.”
“You almost shagged my brother to get back at us?” He asked. You shuddered at the thought.
“God, no, gross. I was just messing with you guys,” You said. Sighing, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear with his free hand.
“This week has been awful,” He grumbled, hugging you close to him.
“That’s what you get for being a dick,” You laughed. He glanced down at you.
“Remind me again why the hat didn’t put you in Slytherin.” You patted his cheek, lovingly.
“Because I knew this really cute redhead who got sorted into Gryffindor and there was no way in hell that I was letting him slip through my fingers,” You said. He held your hips.
“Who? Me?” He asked, modestly.
“I was talking about George,” You said.
“(Y/N),” He said, warningly. You chuckled warmly, pecking his lips once.
“Only joking, of course it was you.” Smiling, he pulled you up to him so he could give you a proper kiss for the first time in about a month. I’m so glad that I got that stupid game to end, you thought as you fused your lips together.
“Sorry to interrupt,” George’s voice cut in. You pulled away looking at him. “Does Angelina really–”
AN: It tisn’t the season but who doesn’t love the holidays? ;) I just want to say thank you for all of your patience! There should be another fic this week as well!
Christmas Eve at the Weasley’s was a magical, truly magical,
event. Arthur would chop down a large tree from the forest off of Ottery St.
Catchpole, and Charlie and Bill would help him drag it inside. Percy and Mrs.
Weasley took great care in stringing the lights and decking the branches with
ornaments and glittery tinsel. Bill would pull Ginny on his shoulders and she
would place the star on top, while Ron brought out the gifts to place
underneath the tree. The twins enchanted a toy train to huff and puff on the
rug before the fireplace, and everyone was in high spirits as snow drifted in
sheets in the yard.
Y/N had experienced this merriment once before, but it
seemed to be just as special the next year. Afterall, she had started dating
George on Christmas Eve and she looked forward to their private celebration on
the rooftop at midnight. While sometimes she felt out of place, the Weasley’s
always made her feel welcome and right at home. The bunch gathered around the
supper table - all of the redheads, Hermione, Harry and Y/N included. Mrs.
Weasley prepared a very succulent roast ham, as well as whipped potatoes,
roasted chestnuts, and a lovely pecan pie. The room was filled with noise, but
that didn’t mean it wasn’t filled with cheer.
“It looks delicious, Mrs. Weasley, really.” Y/N said,
placing her napkin in her lap.
“Oh, thank you dear.” She replied, sitting down herself. “I
do hope I made enough for everyone.”
Arthur Weasley was already three bites into his slice of
ham. Always very intrigued with Y/N, for she came from a half muggle family, he
started conversation right away.
“What is it that you called the game with the ball on the
ground? And the kicking?” He asked, spitting bits of food about. Mrs. Weasley
“Football, Mr. Weasley. The Americans call it soccer. They
have a world cup every few years, just like Quidditch.” Y/N replied.
“Yeah, dad. Y/N and her family got seats right next to the
muggle Prime Minister!” Ron said, excitedly.
Y/N flushed a deep red.
“I-It was an h-honor.” She stammered. “I am grateful for
Arthur smiled pleasantly, and went back to his food.
Catching a knowing glance from Harry, Y/N’s eyes focused on her food. Y/N’s
family was very wealthy, in contrast to the Weasley’s. While she knew that
neither party had any qualms about the other, she didn’t like to flaunt her
wealth. She thought that it was tacky.
“Next month you’re going to see the Weird Sisters in concert
aren’t you, Y/N?” Bill asked, excitedly. “Fred said that you’d got backstage
Y/N almost choked on her potatoes, but swallowed quickly and
dabbed at her lip with her napkin. All pairs of eyes at the table were on her.
“Y-Yes.” She said, quietly. “I feel very fortunate.”
Dinner progressed, and Y/N found herself saying very little.
She hadn’t found a balance between being ashamed about her wealth and being too
haughty. It seemed as though the differences between the families were
shockingly obvious. Students at school who were particularly nasty would taunt
George about it, and while he put on a brave face, Y/N knew he felt a little
embarrassed. Her clothes were always brand new, in comparison to the Weasley’s
hand-me-downs. Her potions equipment was bronzed, and her cauldron was top
quality. Many of the Weasley children had to share equipment, and Ron’s
cauldron was being held together by spell-o-tape.
After their meal was finished, Fred and Harry helped Mr.
Weasley clean up the table, and Mrs. Weasley served the pie. Once everyone was
full, they all sat by the fire and watched the train whistle. Gradually
everyone slipped off to bed, except for George and Y/N.
“I’m almost ready to head out to the roof, I just have to
put some finishing touches on your gift.” George said.
He hadn’t said much at dinner, refusing to make eye contact
with Y/N after Ron and Bill’s display. He ate his food quietly, and seemed
rather jumpy when Fred tried to coax a conversation out of him. Y/N worried she
had said something to upset him, and that she had ruined their one-year
anniversary. As he scampered up the stairwell, Y/N pulled out her gift to him.
It was wrapped very neatly, in red and white paper. Little
holiday sayings littered the wrappings and they were enchanted to glow brightly
in the dim lighting. The ribbon was curled expertly, and she had carefully
scrawled his name on the tag in her best print: “Georgie <3”. She put it
behind her back, and carefully climbed the staircase, ducking out the window to
George was having a minor nervous breakdown in him and
Fred’s room. While Fred was in his underpants, flopped over on the bed and
snoring peacefully, George rushed about the room, ruffling paper and craft
supplies. He tried his best to dress up the gift, but no matter how hard he
tried, it looked pathetic. The package was made of three different wrapping
papers, spell-o-tape binding everything together. Multiple different Santa
Clauses waved merrily at him, some in sleighs, some carrying sacks, and all
bumping into each other from the wrapping job. George winced, hoping that the
darkness of the night would work in his favor.
He crawled out onto the pitch of the house, and stopped dead
in his tracks. Y/N was sitting, her legs dangling off of the side, and George
was completely speechless. The stars looked like they sparkled in her y/h/c
hair perfectly, but their shine was lackluster compared to her y/e/c eyes. They
glimmered in the night like expensive jewels. When she turned to look at him,
she smiled and his heart stopped completely. Y/N was the most fantastic girl in
the world and his stomach trembled at what she would think of his gift.
“Georgie, open yours first!” Y/N said, excitedly shoving her
package into his lap as soon as he sat down.
He chuckled, trying to relax his nerves, and ran a hand
through his wild auburn hair. He held the package between his hands and Y/N
snuggled into his arm. His brown eyes danced into half-moons with adoration at
his lovely girlfriend. George opened the package very carefully, lifting up the
tape in a way that did not rip the parchment. Y/N watched his every move with
When he finally got the wrapping off, he put the ribbon and
paper to the side, saving it because he thought it was beautiful. There was a
lump of shockingly green fabric. Curious, he tugged it upwards and the cloth
unfurled. It was a jersey from the Irish National Quidditch Team, and for the
second time that night he was speechless.
“Y/N… love…” He croaked, once he was able to get a word out.
“Look at the back Georgie!” She squealed with excitement.
He turned it around, and noticed a dark and messy scrawl on
a bit of the back. His name was there, written along with a short note and a
sloppy signature. George felt as if electricity was surging through his veins.
He was so excited and at the same time so reluctant to give his gift to Y/N.
She watched him very cautiously with bated breath, afraid that she had shamed
him with her extravagant gift.
“It’s… Barry Ryan…” George murmured.
Y/N became limp. Was it the Keeper that he liked or was it
one of the Chasers?
“Th-That’s your favorite right? Ryan’s the one you like?”
She questioned, wanting to make sure.
“Yeah… he signed it… for me?” George said, exasperated.
“Do you like it?” Y/N asked.
“It’s… so perfect.” George said.
His cheeks were dusted with pink as he brought his gift from
behind his back to show her. Y/N did indeed notice the wrapping, but she
thought it couldn’t have been more perfect. It showed that George really tried
to make it look presentable for her, and that he’d worked so very hard on it.
She took it from him carefully, and exercised the same amount of caution that
he did while opening it. Y/N placed every scrap of paper in a neat pile by her
side, saving them.
Because she thought it was beautiful.
As she tore away piece by piece she slowly uncovered the
present that was waiting for her. On the top was fabric as well. She unraveled
it to find a beautiful white scarf, made out of very soft material. Below it
was a small, leather bound book. The front was painted with wildflowers, and as
she thumbed through it, she saw that most of the pages were blank and lined.
The first few pages had been written in.
George had written her a love note and pasted in a
photograph of the pair. In it, Y/N was sitting on George’s lap, smiling and
chattering with their friends. His arms were wrapped around her, and he planted
a kiss on her cheek, looking at her as if she was the most entrancing thing in
the entire world.
Y/N was confused. Flourish and Blotts didn’t sell journals
like this. Their journals were spiral bound, and made of much denser paper.
“Georgie…” Y/N said, softly.
George was ready to rip his hair from his head. She had gone
to all of this trouble to get this signed for him and what had he gotten her? A
bloody notebook and scarf.
“I know, it’s not much.” George said, pulling her into his
lap. “And I’m really, really sorry. I took some odd jobs to try and save for
something really nice, but…”
Y/N put her hand over his mouth.
“George, where did you get this notebook?” She asked.
He shifted uncomfortably.
“I, erm.” He seemed to not want to tell her.
She waited patiently, staring down at the cover in her
“I made it.” He said. “I know you love to write. And-and I
like to hear your poems and stories. So I bought the leather myself, and I… I…
I painted the cover, and bound it as best as I could so nothing would fall out,
and I know sometimes you’re timid about starting new things so I put a little
note in there to encourage you.”
Y/N was still silent.
“And I know you’ve been eyeing that scarf in the window of
Madame Malkin’s for weeks now, and I really hoped that you hadn’t gone in to
buy it yet so I asked Madame Malkin to save it for me when I had the money to
Y/N was filled to the brim with emotions, and tears started
to drip from her eyes. George craned his neck to see what her expression was,
and felt like his heart was stomped flat when he saw her crying.
“Oh, Y/N! Shh, shh love, I’m so SO sorry.” He said, hushing
her and squeezing her tight. “I’m- I’m,”
“George this is the greatest gift I have ever gotten.” She
He stopped stuttering and held a look of confusion.
“Come again?” He said, blankly.
“No one has ever put this much thought into a gift for me
before. George, I can’t believe you bought my favorite scarf, and the- the
journal, it’s so wonderful. I love you so much, darling.” Y/N explained, tears
of joy dropping wildly from her eyes.
George was so relieved he almost passed out – or passed
away. He pulled Y/N back and kissed her firmly on the lips. She laughed, wiping
the tears from her eyes, and the two watched the moon sail over the stars as
they held each other close.
Being George's date on Valentine's Day would include...
• Waking up to bunches of roses laying at the bottom of your bed
• And a box of chocolates in front of it
• With a note on top of that
• Saying “To my dearest Y/n on Valentine’s Day ~ Love, George”
• You smiling so wide when you read this
• Jumping out of the bed and getting dressed as quick as you can
• Rushing down to the common room to find George
• Who is wearing his best clothes and waiting for you with this big cheesy grin
• “Why don’t you look dashing.”
• “Only the best for my girl”
• Smiling so wide you think your face will fall off
• “I never took you for the romantic type.”
• “Yes well, if I can’t show you I love you today, when can I?”
• Him holding out a single rose taken from the bouquet
• Tucking it in your hair
• “There, gorgeous!”
• Blushing as red as the rose
• Walking hand in hand down one of the secret corridors that leads to Hogsmeade
• “We’re not supposed to be here, we’re going to get caught!”
• “The thrill is half the fun. Besides, don’t you want to spend this day with your handsome boyfriend?”
• Spending hours in Zonko’s
• Laughing at George’s antics
• Visiting your favourite shops
• Choosing things you like and attempting to pay for them
• George intervening and buying everything for you
• You protesting
• George shaking his head
• “My girl shouldn’t be buying anything for herself today, that’s my job!”
• Walking in the cold down to The Three Broomsticks
• “Hey, are you cold?”
• “A little.”
• Expecting him to give you his jacket
• “Should have worn a thicker coat then, shouldn’t you love.”
• Him laughing
• “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!”
• Taking off his jacket
• Wrapping it around you
• “Thank you.”
• Sitting in The Three Broomsticks
• Warming your hands up with butterbeer
• George insisting on paying for the drinks, as he did with everything else
• Madam Rosmerta smiling fondly at you both
• “You’re possibly the cutest couple I’ve had in here today.”
• Blushing and thanking her
• Walking back up to Hogwarts
• George wrapping his arm around you
• “Well I’ve had a lovely day.”
• “It’s about to get better.”
• George kissing you passionately
• Kissing back
• Him holding you close to his body
• You running your fingers through his hair
• “GEORGE WEASLEY! Y/N L/N! WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?”
• “Shit, it’s McGonagall! Run!”