You’re a Nerd
Pairing: George x Reader
- I’ve noticed that you write a lot of Fred imagines so I was wondering if you could do one with George. I don’t really care what, just something cute with him being overprotective 😊 thanks!!
- George needs more love :(( I LOVE FRED TOO BUT GEORGE IS BAE. By the way, LOVE YOUR WORK! Makes me giddy inside hehehe
A/N: I didn’t realise how much I wrote about Fred until I went through my Masterlist! Also, I really wanted to write an Imagine talking about why on earth do these kids keep complaining about their homework?? You are at a magic school with magic classes and magic, if only they knew how much we wished we could go there instead!
You woke up to the whole room spinning, your head pounding as the light from outside filled the girl’s dormitory. You let out a groan of disgust, your throat dry and your nose as stuffed as ever.
“Common cold, nothing too severe,” Madam Pomfrey declared. It was Tuesday morning and you were currently missing out on your favourite class, Transfiguration, which started about 20 minutes ago. “Here, take this and you should be feeling better in no time,” the small woman said, handing you a little cup filled with deep purple liquid. “I bet you wished you could’ve gotten out of class with that one!”
“No way, Madam Pomfrey,” you said truthfully once you had downed the thick medicine, “That’s why I came here, I was hoping to head off to class now actually,”
Madam Pomfrey looked at you with a quizzical expression, not sure if she entirely believed that a student was actually looking forward to going to class,
“Well alright… Off you go then,” she said, nodding her head to the door.
You walked into McGonagall’s classroom as she had her back turned to the door, writing quickly on the blackboard. She turned around to see who was going to be interrupting her lesson, not expecting a student to be arriving so late.
“Oh, Y/n…” she started, putting her chalk down on her desk, “You do realise that you’re more than half an hour late?”
“Sorry Professor McGonagall,” you apologise, “I was seeing Madam Pomfrey”.
McGonagall let out a sigh, “alright, talk to me after class”.
The bell rung throughout the castle, allowing everyone to get up out of their seats and pack up their things. Not for you though. You stayed where you were, watching everyone try to fit through the doorway at once, desperate to get out of class.
You had never been told to stay back before, and even though you knew you weren’t in trouble, you still didn’t like the feeling. Academic wise, you were up there with the likes of Hermione Granger. You may not know all the answers as well as she does, but you were always passionate about the topics you were learning.
You weren’t the only one staying back, however. Fred and George Weasley had also been told to stay back, this time for having set off a small explosion of some sort. Whatever it was, it had apparently ended up with one hundred tiny rubber balls bouncing rapidly around the classroom.
“I’ll deal with you two in a minute,” McGonagall warned, causing them to break away from their conversation, unfazed by the fact that they were being kept back, again.
“Now, Y/n,” she started, “You said you were up in the hospital wing, is that correct?”
“Yes, I woke up with a cold and she gave me something to cure it, so I came to class as soon as I could,” you replied.
McGonagall looked at you for a bit and gave a small smile, “Not many students would be willing to come back to class once they’ve been given an excuse to get out of it, isn’t that right boys?” she said looking over at the twins who were back to talking again, this comment however shutting them up.
“Yeah, I don’t get that, Professor,” you replied, McGonagall giving you a look as if asking you to continue.
“Well, we’re at a school that practices magic, I don’t get why anyone would not want to come to classes,” you say as if it were obvious, “Our assignments are about turning hedgehogs into pincushions, and how to summon objects, and making antidotes and poisons, how could anyone not find that interesting?”
You hear one of the twins scoff from the seat beside you, but you weren’t done yet.
“I don’t know… as a Muggle, magic is only a thing you hear about in stories, with fairies and superheroes and all that, and it all sounds so amazing and wonderful, but that’s all they are; stories… and just when you’re getting to the age where you’re starting to understand that those things aren’t real, you get a letter telling you that it is all real, and I just can’t understand how people can complain about having homework about magic!”
While the smile on McGonagall’s face was warm and proud of how passionate you were about school, you didn’t even want to look at Fred and George, who were sure to be thinking about how much of a teacher’s pet you were. Almost everyone else in this school thought that anyway…
“Alright Y/n, I’ll let you off on this one,” McGonagall said, placing a hand on your shoulder, “as for you two…”
“Hey, wait up!” you hear someone call out after you.
You turn around to see George Weasley weaving in and out of people in the crowded passageway outside of the Grand Hall to catch up with you.
“McGonagall finally let you out, I see?” you smile,
George chuckled, “Yeah, I think we’re growing on her… Hey, listen, about everything you said before—“
“Oh, don’t even say it, I’m a huge nerd for being so obsessed with classes, I know,” you laugh, but you were being truthful in thinking that that’s what George and his brother thought of you.
“Actually, no, it makes a whole lot of sense,” George admits, to your surprise, “We’ve always had magic so we don’t really take note of how cool it really is, so it actually makes sense that you’d want to come to class and stuff, since it’s so different from not having it your whole life,”
“Wow, I didn’t expect you to see it that way at all,” you laugh with surprise and amazement,
“Well, Fred probably doesn’t see it the exact same way, but I get it. You’re special, you know that? I wouldn’t mind getting to know you better, if you can fit me in anywhere with that busy homework schedule you must have,”
You return his same cheeky grin that he was giving you, “I think I could move some things around for you, George Weasley,”
“Excellent, I’ll be seeing you around then, yeah?” he says with a wink, walking into the Great Hall, leaving you standing there dumbfounded. Who would’ve thought that George Weasley would fall for a nerd like you.