Story Time

So my house is haunted.
This all started as a joke a few years ago, to explain things, like why a door closed, what a noise was.
You know the usual.
And ever since the beginning we have called my ghost George.
I don’t know why, it was just the first name that felt right.
Recently, my friend and I have decided that my ghost is King George III.
Now I know what you’re saying, why the fuck would the ghost of a king from Great Britain be haunting my house?(I live in bumfuck of Kansas) I would like to know that as well.
We decided that is was him however, whilst listening to the Hamilton soundtrack.
We connected my phone via Bluetooth to my Beats Boombox (Look at that product placement) and started the album.
Everything was going good, and we made it through the whole soundtrack once with no problems.
And then the songs would skip words, or speed up in the beginning.
Things that don’t normally happen.
And then it began skipping songs completely.
To the point where the only songs that would play in full, would be all of King George’s songs.
And so that how we decided that my ghost, whom I conveniently named George, was actually King George III.
And he’s a gigantic asshole.
Carry on.

928. In their second year, Fred and George asked Mrs. Weasley for sweaters for some 'friends'. After she sent them, she got a picture of them with their year mates but the order that they stood in spelled out swear words. It was one of their first howlers.
Domestic life with joji

- Him making a surprise vid to propose to you with all his friends
- Tummy kisses
- Him singing you to sleep when your sick or on your period
- Arguing over who has to do the dishes
- Hearing him in the next room over recording
- Playing with each others hair
- Traveling together
- Being really nervous to meet Ian, Max and Chad bc they mean so much to him
- Him walking around the house with no shirt on
- Bathing together
- Back hugs
- Shopping for videos
- “What the fuck is all this getting used for???”
- “You’ll see”
- Him teaching you Japanese so he can talk freely around you
- Begrudgingly cleaning up after vids
- Sharing music
- Gently love making but also really rough sex when he’s in the mood
- Going on walks, especially when its raining

George Weasley Imagine - Hogsmeade Trip

A/N: Ok I know my excuse for not uploading is always, there has been a lot of shit going on in my life, but there really has been and this time it’s not just events and such it’s drama and such and I’m sorry :(

Request: a george weasley one where draco tells the reader (muggle born) to leave the purebloods alone and that she shouldnt be dating george and george tells them off and comforts her?

Today the students who were in their third year and up were able to go to Hogsmeade. You loved Hogsmeade trips as this was some of the only time you and your boyfriend George spent alone. You loved his twin brother Fred like your own brother, but it was nice to spend time alone. It was snowing outside and both of you thought it would be a wonderful idea to go into The Three Broomsticks.

You shivered as you walked in and the bell rang. You walked over to an empty table near the window, you put your heavy coat on the back of your chair and sat down. You rubbed your hands together trying to get some amount of warmth.

“Butterbeer?” Your boyfriend asked, getting ready to go order for the both of you.

“Yes please.” You said in a low voice, blowing into your hands as George left to order. Even though it was freezing outside, you could never turn down a butterbeer.

You were a muggle-born in your fifth year at Hogwarts. You were in Gryffindor, the house of the brave and courageous. You never understood why you were in Gryffindor as you were quiet, and shy and not outgoing at all. George said it was because you were brave in other aspects of life, but you weren’t convinced.

You looked around the room and tensed up when you saw Draco Malfoy and his group of Slytherins walk into the room. Draco was never nice to you (or anyone for that matter) and found joy in making fun of you. You turned the other way, waited for George to come back and watched the group of Slytherins sit on the other side of the room.

“Here you go, a butterbeer for my love,” George said placing a butterbeer in front of you and sitting opposite you. You hummed in content as you took your first sip, butterbeer was one of the best things about being a wizard. When you heard George groan, you looked up at him with a puzzled expression. You understood why he was so disgusted as you saw him looking at the other side of the room. You placed your hand over his and he turned back to you, smiling.

“I hate Malfoy, you know?” He stated making you giggle.

“Who doesn’t?” You asked making him chuckle.

“Fair point.” Your eyes scanned the room and you noticed Draco staring at you. You averted your gaze back to your butterbeer. George must’ve noticed as he placed his hand on top of yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Don’t let him bother you, he is the biggest git.” He said rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. You didn’t say anything as you didn’t exactly know what to say. “Hey, wanna hear a joke?” George asked trying to make you smile again.

You left The Three Broomsticks with a big grin on your face. You were pretty sure you had spent the whole time giggling at George being an idiot and trying to make you happy. You put your coat on as you headed towards the door. You were also quite glad you were leaving as the whole time you could feel Draco’s eyes on the side of your head. George opened the door for you making the bell ring. As you stepped outside you heard the bell ring again and turned around to see Draco coming towards you. You nudged George making him turn around and glare at Draco.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” George sneered as Draco came up to you.

“Why would I want anything, blood traitor,” Draco said with a stupid smirk on his face. You immediately rolled your eyes at him which you instantly regretted. His eyes switched to you and smirked, “What’s your problem, mud blood?” You didn’t want to reply as you weren’t someone who would talk back.

“You, of course.” George scoffed taking your hand in his.

“I wasn’t talking to you, blood traitor.” Draco spat at him.

“Go away Malfoy, we don’t want you here.” George said groaning.

“Shut up Weasel, I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to the mud blood. Let’s be honest Weasel, you hit an all-time low when you started dating this mud blood. I hate to say this, but even a blood traitor like you deserves someone better. Why would you want to date someone with filthy blood anyway? Everyone knows mud bloods are worthless, and stupid and shouldn’t be at Hogwarts.” Draco kept going on and it made you awfully upset. You had never done anything to offend him and couldn’t understand why he was so mean to you.

George looked down and saw the heartbroken look on your face as Draco continued talking shit.

George sighed and as Draco continued to talk, George threw a punch right at his nose. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand.

“Run.” George yelled pulling your hand as he started sprinting through the snow. You tried to catch up to him, but it was hard considering how long his legs were compared to yours.

When you reached the castle you were out of breath. You were huffing as George grabbed your face and kissed you.

“I’m sorry he was being such a git.” He apologised.

“It’s alright, it’s not your fault.” You said panting, trying to catch your breath.

“Want to go back to the Common Room?” You nodded and George grabbed your hand leading the way.

The Common Room was empty as most people were at Hogsmeade and everyone else was outside enjoying the snow.

He sat down on the comfy lounge that sat in front of the lit, fireplace. You laid across his lap and nestled your head into his neck. Your legs were all tangled together and his hand was caressing your hair.

“I love you so much you know.” George whispered as he didn’t have to say it too loud as you were so close, “Don’t listen to a word he says. You are perfect and I don’t care what your blood status is. He is just jealous he doesn’t get to hold you whenever he wants. And he doesn’t get to kiss you either.” He said kissing the top of your head, grinning. You removed your head from his neck and sat up. You know sat in his lap facing him.

“Thank you, for standing up for me.” You whispered looking up at him and kissing his nose with a sad smile.

“No problem sweetheart.” He smiled bringing you closer towards him.

“Are you still upset about it?” He asked, noticing you still weren’t your smiling self. You sighed, “Well, it’s just that I didn’t stand up for myself, I told you I’m not brave like a true Gryffindor.”

“Sweetheart, The Sorting Hat put you in this house for a reason. I think it’s because you’re the only girl brave enough to date me.” He said with a stupid smile on his face.

“You’re such an idiot.” You said giggling at him.

“But I’m your idiot.”