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Flying Love - George Weasley Imagine

A/N: hello dearies, I leave you once again with another request ;)

Anonymous said: can you write a George weasley one shot where me and George are good friends and he watches me play quidditch and he realizes hes in love with me and when im done playing he kisses me

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Flying Love

“Alright, everyone clear?” Oliver Wood said looking back to his team.

“Yes” was heard by all the people in the tent.

“Then let’s go beat Slytherin!”

Everyone cheered as they put their hands together in a circle and yelled excited making their way out of the tent.

“Ready, (Y/N)?” George said walking over next to his best friend.

(Y/N) and George had been best friends ever since their first year, although for the past year, (Y/N) had grown into loving him as more than a friend. She couldn’t really say anything, though because he knew she was like another sister to George, so she did a good job at hiding it.

“Of course I am, Georgie” she said smiling back at the redhead boy as he messed her hair a little.

The team made it to the Quidditch pitch where half of the public was painted with red and gold and the other one with silver and green.

“Hello everyone and welcome to the Quidditch Match of the year!” Lee Jordan greeted everyone on the field. “We’ve got ourselves another classic Gryffindor against Slytherin! Boy this is about to get good!”

“Jordan! Please limit your comments for the match itself” Professor McGonagall told him.

(Y/N) stood next to George looking at the Slytherin team. She was a little nervous. Not because she thought they couldn’t beat them, but because Slytherin was never the one to play nicely. But she then turned to look at George who winked at her and she felt a lot better.

“Alright, I want a nice, clean game! Understand?” Madame Hooch said looking at the team captains, Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood. Both boys shook hands glaring at each other. Madame Hooch whistled and everyone was in their brooms in no time.

“And it starts!” Jordan announced the crowd.

The game started with Gryffindor taking the lead. They started wining against Slytherin and Slytherin started attacking them to beat them. Angelina grabbed the Quaffle and raced for the opposite hoops to score but wasn’t long before Adrian Posey bumped into her, causing her to drop the Quaffle and grabbing it himself before flying in the opposite direction. Before he could get to the middle of the pitch, (Y/N) pushed him away and stole the Quaffle from him again flying even faster and scoring this time.

“And I think… YES! (Y/N) (Y/L/N) scores – what an amazing Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive too-“

“JORDAN!” they all heard Professor McGonnagal’s voice.

“Sorry, Professor. Just a fun fact.”

George turned to look at (Y/N) who was bowing to the audience and smiled a little at how beautiful she looked with the wind blowing her long (y/h/c) hair tangled in a messy, side braid. And that’s the moment he realized he was in love with his best friend.


“Jordan, if you can’t commentate in an unbiased way-“ Professor McGonagal started.

“I’m telling it like it is, Professor!”

But the game quickly turned upside down. By mid-game the crowd was going crazy watching as Slytherin Chasers, bent low over their brooms, jet past the overmatched Gryffindors but they were still fighting for it.

(Y/N) had the Quaffle and was making her way over to the goals. She was too concentrated into not losing it, that she didn’t even notice Flint and Bole following her. Before she knew what was happening, she felt her broom being pulled back.

“Nice try, (Y/L/N)!” Flint said smirking. Once (Y/N) stopped spinning, she saw Lucian Bole batting a Bludger her way barely missing her head as she ducked down making her to drop the Quaffle and Flint grabbed it.

“HEY!” Fred shouted furious from his spot.

George felt his blood boiling. He quickly made his way over to (Y/N) and bumped into Flint on the way.

“Keep your bloody hands to yourself Flint!” George yelled fuming from the other side of the pitch.

“Sorry, my bad” he said winking at (Y/N) who simply glared at him.

“Are you alright?” he came flying towards (Y/N).

“Yes, George I’m fine” she said smiling at him. “Now go!”

The game kept on going as Gryffindor tried to recover their points. Both Harry and Draco were still looking for the Snitch so they still had time.

Suddenly, (Y/N) looked past Oliver Wood and saw a Bludger coming towards his way.

“Oliver!” Oliver noticed the look on her eyes and turned around to duck just in time, but (Y/N) was frozen. George felt his heart stop before he grabbed on to his broom and flew as fast as he could towards the witch.

“Slytherin in possession – Flint with the Quaffle – passes Johnson – passes Bell – hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose – only joking, Professor, - Slytherins score – oh no…”

And the ‘accidents’ only kept on escalating from there…

“YOU CHEATING SCUM!” Lee Jordan was howling into the megaphone, dancing out of Professor McGonagall’s reach. “YOU FILTHY, CHEATING B-“


Everyone heard a small ruckus coming over from the megaphone and they assumed Professor McGonagall was still trying to take it away from Jordan.

“Are you alright?” George asked worried flying over to (Y/N) again.

“I’m fine, Georgie, really” she said with a smile.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure” she told him with a small giggle. It was cute that he would take care of you that much, but not when they were in the middle of a match they so desperately needed to win.

“So, after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating-“

“Jordan!” Professor McGonagall growled again.

“I mean, after that open and revolting foul-“

“Jordan! I’m warning you-“

“All right, all right. Bole nearly kills the beautiful Gryffindor Chaser, which could happen to anyone, I’m sure so - penalty for Gryffindor!”

It was (Y/N) against Miles Bletchley, the Slytherin keeper. If she scored, they would be tied and they would still have a chance to win the match. And if she failed, not only was Oliver probably going to hex her, but the entire school will see it. (Y/N) felt her heart pounding hard inside her chest.

“You’ve got this, love” she heard someone say next to her. She turned around to see George Weasley on his broom. “Don’t overthink it. Just like last summer when you scored against Charlie! That was bloody brilliant!” he encouraged her.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile. George always made her feel better about anything. “Thank you, George” she said smiling brightly.

“Finish him, love” he said smirking before he flew away.

(Y/N) waited for Madame Hooch to blow her whistle and once she heard it, she threw the Quaffle. Everyone was still just waiting for the Quaffle to go in or out. Miles reached out his hand as far as he could to prevent the Quaffle from entering, but it brushed past his fingers and went right into the middle goal basket.


George felt his heart warming up a little when he saw the happiness in (Y/N)’s face. He really loved her. When she turned to look at him with her face of shock he winked back at her. After that, it didn’t go long before Harry caught the Snitch making Gryffindor the winner.

“GRYFFINDOR WINS!” Lee yelled as half of the stadium roared in excitement. Both teams made their ways back to land and the Slytherins headed for their tent in no-time. The Gryffindors walked over to the rest of the teammates all of them congratulating Harry and Oliver congratulating everyone.

(Y/N) spotted George and ran throwing herself in his arms. “Gerogie! We won!” she said excited as he spun her around. It was sort of their tradition whenever they won. Only this time, George did something a little different.

“Yes, we did, love” he said placing her back on the ground before he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers.

He wasn’t sure if she was going to push him off but he just had to go for it. He was glad, however when instead of breaking away, (Y/N) wrapped his arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

After a while they both broke apart and George rested her forehead against hers. “What was that for?” (Y/N) asked shyly.

“I’ve been meaning to do it for a while” George replied making her giggle.

“Told you!” both of them turned around to see Fred and Oliver sticking out their hands at Katie and Angelina and the girls paying them six galleons each.

 The End

A/N: hope you guys liked it :D I used a bunch of original Harry Potter Quotes by Lee Jordan because… well, he’s awesome xD