Confessions, Kisses, and a Jumper
Hey guys! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, your girl has ideas for this. You don’t even know, man. I’m feelin’ the fluff (and the hell of second hand embarrassment). Hope you enjoy!
Pairing: George Weasley x Reader
Anonymous Requested: Hiya!!! Could you do a really fluff george weasley x reader??? Maybe he’s been in love with the reader for the longest time and when she visits the burrow his whole family tease him until he eventually confesses? (Bonus if she steals his G jumper to wear ♡♡♡)
The Burrow. It was your absolute favorite place to be, excluding Hogwarts. You loved the openness around the quaint little place as well as it’s cozy feeling. Not to mention that you also loved the redheads on the inside. Picking up your suitcase, you moved towards the front door from your cab. You didn’t even get halfway to the house before a swarm of people greeted you. You happened to notice the twins absence though. How odd.
“Oh, (Y/N), dear, it’s so good to see you again,” Molly said, grinning. You felt someone take your suitcase.
“Nice to see you too. And thanks for having me,” You said. Quickly, she lead you inside and into the kitchen.
“Now let’s have a look at you.” Her hands sat atop your shoulders as her eyes scanned your face and body. You watched as her pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows.
“What’s wrong?” You asked.
“You’re too skinny, dear. Much too skinny,” She said. You smiled. Molly always said that about you.
“Well, I’m sure you know just how to fix that.” Molly’s eyes twinkled as she laughed. Before long, you wandered into the living room with a muffin in hand and sat in your favorite chair. Ron smiled at you from the couch.
“I reckon George will be happy to see you,” He chuckled.
“I haven’t seen hide nor hair of Georgie since school got out,” You said. You and George were usually attached at the hip, but you’d been off in America this summer visiting some great anunt you didn’t know you had. People usually joked that you were the long lost sister that made the twins, triplets. You didn’t feel that way towards George though. Unsurprisingly, you were head over heels for the younger twin.
“Well, he’s been waiting all morning just to give you a hug. You should go say hi,” Ginny said, leaning over your chair to hug you herself.
“It would be rude not to,” You giggled. With that, you rocketed up the stairs and landed just outside the door to the twins room. You knocked lightly.
“We’re very busy,” One of them yelled.
“Too busy for me?” You asked with mock sadness. The door flew open and George wrapped his arms around you, spinning you around. Fred laughed loudly.
“(Y/N)! You’re back! Great to see you,” George laughed, squeezing you tightly. You laced your arms around his neck.
“I told you should’ve come with me. It was sooooo boring without you,” You said. And it had been.
Your great aunt was a little, grey, ninety year old lady who looked far older. She’d been sweet, but incredibly boring. Of course, there wasn’t much to do there either considering her closest neighbors were a mile in either direction and the nearest town was an hour away. God, you’d wished George had come with you. At least then you would have had someone to dip around with. It was incredible how much you’d actually missed him. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Fred began to speak.
“Wow, mate, did ya’ really miss your bird that much?” Fred asked.
“Shut up,” George grumbled, flushing lightly.
“Do I get a hug from you or do you not like me anymore?” You asked, holding your arms out to Fred. He held his hands up, shaking his head with a grin.
“Oh no, wouldn’t want the little brother getting jealous,” He teased. You laughed as you leaned into George. You were so happy to see him again that you nearly kissed him. Leaning your head back into his shoulder, you looked up at him.
“Did ya miss me, Georgie?” You asked, sweetly.
“Oh he missed you alright. You should’ve heard him at ni…”
“You’re hungry, right (Y/N)?” George yelled, steering you towards the stairs. You snorted, knowing the sexual jokes always made him uncomfortable. He more or less picked you up and carried you down stairs to the kitchen where Molly was starting dinner (despite the fact that it was barely noon). She smile when the two of you entered the kitchen.
“Oh aren’t you two just the cutest,” She said. You smiled, reaching for a second muffin.
“I know. (Y/N) might weigh me down a bit, but I really do make us look good,” George said, striking a pose.
“Oh yeah, you’re just, like, so totally cute.” He pouted at your tone.
“I’m very cute,” He said. Laughing, you patted his cheek. You agreed with him. He was the cutest boy you’d ever seen.
“The absolute cutest,” You said, squishing his cheeks between your palms and giving him an eskimo kiss. The skin under your hands became warm and it took everything you had not to laugh.
“Go on you two,” Molly laughed, shooing you out of the kitchen.
A few seconds later, you were sitting in his lap in the living room. You’d turned towards him so you could play with his hair. He’d grown it out since you told him you thought he’d look good with it that way. You were right. He very much did. Suddenly, Ginny laughed behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, you could see the youngest Weasley’s trying and failing to stifle their laughter. You raised an eyebrow at them.
“What?” You asked. Ginny shook her head.
“God, George, could you get any redder?” She laughed. A quick look at his face told you that, no, he couldn’t get redder.
“Merlin, (Y/N), what are you doing over there?” Ron asked.
“Braiding his hair.” Both of them lost it, laughing for an uncomfortable amount of time as you turned back to George.
“I was right about the long hair. It suits you,” You said. He just watched you with an almost nervous smile on his lips. That was weird. You didn’t know George got nervous.
“I know, now I can really say I’ve got better hair than you,” He said. You glared, playfully.
When dinner finally rolled around, you and George had taken places next to each other at the table as usual. All the Weasley’s snickered as you did. Glancing at George, you saw him glare at his family. A warning. One that probably meant they needed to shut their mouths. You almost wanted to know what he was hiding, but you figured he’d tell you himself at some point. As you settled in and began to eat, Molly caught your attention.
“(Y/N), dear, what color would you like your sweater this year?” She asked. Of course she would start knitting sweaters months early.
“Whatever color you make his,” You said, nodding to George.
“Why?” He asked, choking on his food.
“I thought you’d like to match with someone other than Fred for once,” You said, sweetly. His face burned brightly and you stifled a laugh by shoving a forkful of peas in your mouth.
“Awww, you and your girlfriend are gonna match, Georgie,” Fred joked.
“She should be so lucky,” George chuckled, sounding slightly strained. You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Oh but just imagine it. We’d be the power couple of Hogwarts,” You chuckled, only half joking.
“True, but I’m a little out of your league,” He said. You snorted.
“I’m sure I could win you over with my sparkling wit and my, uh, assets,” You said, leaning towards him with your chest puffed out to a comedic size. With a start, George fell out of his chair.
“Ah, young love,” Mr. Weasley muttered, placing his hand over his wife’s.
“You okay?” You asked, leaning over to look at him.
“Great.” You pulled him back into his chair.
“Great now that you’re here,” Ginny said with a bad imitation of a swooning George. You rolled your eyes. He glared at her. He was beginning to go as red as he had in the living room earlier.
“You should’ve heard him, (Y/N). All summer it was ‘I wonder when (Y/N)’s getting back. I miss her so much’ we all got sick of hearing your name for a while there,” Ron said, smirking. Admittedly, you probably sounded about the same way to your own family with how often you talked about George. That was why they sent you back early.
“Awwww, I missed you too,” You sing songed, making obnoxious kissy noises as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.
“Come off it,” George grumbled.
“I thought you missed her,” Ginny said, rather unhelpfully.
“Yeah, brother o’ mine, you were the one mumbling her name all ni…” Fred said. George flicked a spoonful of mashed potato’s at him to shut him up. You laughed, leaning back in your seat.
After a good hour or so, you yawned. Traveling took a lot out of a person, especially when they came to the Weasley household. Scooting your chair closer to George, you rested your head on his shoulder. He looked at you and you yawned again, running your fingers through your hair. Molly took one look at you and started to push you towards the stairs.
“Get to bed. You’ve had a long day,” She said, gently. Nodding, you made your way to the twins room, where you always slept.
“Where the hell are my pajamas?” You mumbled, sleepily digging through your bag.
After a few minutes of unsuccessful searching, you concluded that you probably threw them in your sister’s suitcase because you hadn’t had room in your own when you were packing to leave. Well, that put a damper on things. Looking around the room, your eyes landed on the little dresser. You began to rummage through it without much thought before you pulled out a big jumper. When you slid it on, you realized that it was George’s. Not only did the smell tip you off, but it had a big ‘G’ on the front. Shrugging, you crawled into bed and fell asleep almost instantly.
The next morning, you didn’t bother to get dressed when you went down for breakfast. They’d seen you without pants before. Nothing new there. As soon as you entered the kitchen, you saw Bill leaned against the counter. He smiled at you and you gave him a sleepy wave.
“What’re you doin’ here?” You yawned.
“Figured I’d come home and say hi while everyone else was still home. Didn’t expect to see you,” He said.
“Oh, well, it’s nice to see you. I’m just here ‘cause I wanted to see George,” You said. Bill’s lips curled into an amused smile as he scanned his eyes over the sweater you were wearing.
“It’s been a long time, are you two together now?” He asked. You shook your head slowly, reaching for a mug. He handed it to you, pouring you some (coffee/ tea/ etc.) with a raised eyebrow.
“No, why?” You asked. He laughed softly.
“Given your hair and the jumper, it looks like you might have gotten up to something,” He teased. You blinked at him, absent mindedly trying to smooth your hair. It had no interest in being smoothed.
“’M hungry,” You said, vaguely wandering into the dining room.
“Morning,” You muttered, picking over the food on the table and ignoring the way everyone stared at you. When you finally filled your plate and sat down, you looked up at everyone.
“What are you wearing?” George asked. You glanced down.
“Your sweater. I slept in it last night.” The family continued to stare at you as you buttered a piece of toast. “Bill said I had sex hair.”
“He what?” Molly sputtered. You smiled at her.
“He said I had sex hair, well, implied it anyway,” You said. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw George flush red.
“Ohhh, Georgie, what’d you get up to last night?” Fred asked, elbowing his twin.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” George spat out automatically. You snorted a laugh at how uncomfortable he seemed. Still, you felt a little bad about it. You didn’t mean to get him teased.
Throughout breakfast the family teased George relentlessly. The second you were done eating, he dragged you from the table. You didn’t even get to finish you (coffee/tea/etc.). He pulled you all the way up to his room, face red in embarrassment. You smiled softly at him and yawned, still not totally awake. He watched you as you rubbed your face with the sleeves of his jumper. Despite the fact that you had slept in it, it still smelled like him which was nice.
“I need to talk to you,” He said in an uncharacteristically serious voice.
“Here I be. Talk away,” You said, sitting criss cross on his bed. He couldn’t seem to look you in the eye; expertly avoiding it by looking at the top of your head.
“I missed you. A lot,” He said. You smiled, reaching to give him a hug and successfully circling your arms around his middle.
“I missed you too, you goof,” You said. He shifted uncomfortably.
“No, uh, merlin this is hard,” He said.
“That’s what she said,” You giggled. A soft laugh vibrated your cheek where you’d pressed it to his stomach.
“Do you take anything seriously, (Y/N)?” He asked.
“That’s rich coming from you.” He gave you a nervous smile, rubbing the back of his neck. His grin was sheepish and lopsided. You tipped your head to the side, realizing that he really did have something to tell you.
“This would be much easier if you weren’t wearing my jumper,” He said.
“Well, I’d take it off but, I’m not wearing anything underneath,” You said, shrugging. The tips of his ears turned cherry red and he sat next to you, staring directly ahead.
“I love you,” He said, still rubbing the back of his neck.
“Oh.” That was the best answer you had at the moment. Your dreams were coming true, so your brain was short circuiting. George still didn’t look at you, but he didn’t move either. He seemed to be frozen in some kind of embarrassed haze. Slowly, you crawled into his lap.
“I love you too,” You said. His face erupted into a huge grin.
“Kiss me immediately,” He demanded. Who were you to deny him?
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed you lips to his in a feather light touch. They were warm and far softer than you imagined they would be. It felt like a switch flipped in your brain and everything made sense. It felt like you’d just found your soulmate, as corny as that sounds. George rubbed your sides lightly, holding you as though you were a precious jewel. The kiss was soft with some nose bumping and little giggles. Every part of you just felt warm. When the two of you pulled apart, you rested your foreheads against each other and smiled.
“Is this what they’ve been bugging you about this whole time?” You asked. He nodded.
“Seems stupid that I was so afraid of telling you,” He said. You shrugged, laughing lightly.
“I love you,” You said, pecking his lips again.
“I love you too. Ha, I can say that as much as I want now. I could scream it from the roof if I wanted!” He laughed, jumping up. He was actually going to scream it from the roof. You knew him.
“George no,” You said, reaching for him. He was already halfway out the window.
“George yes.” Well, he might be an idiot, but he was your idiot.