#fred and goerge weasley

[slytherinslut0]

Fred & George Weasley- Ours

Word count: 5k

Info: your friends with benefits, Fred and George Weasley, see some guy getting a little too close to you at a party; and decide they need to show you exactly who you belong to.

Tags: 18+, PURE SMUT, Threesome, Praise Kink, Degredation Kink, Oral (f receiving), Double Penetration, Anal, Good Sex, Forced Orgasm, Begging, Teasing.

"Who the hell was that guy?" Fred huffed, slamming the door shut to the quaint little study room he and George had just dragged you into not ten seconds prior. "I mean, he had his fucking hands all over you!"

George nodded, crossing his arms over his chest as he leant against the desk. "All over you...in places only our hands should go..."

You rolled your eyes, adjusting your tight black dress against your thighs. You'd been sleeping with the twins for a few months now, mostly a fun, friends-with-benefits type of deal; but lately they'd become far more possessive, far more protective than usual. Sometimes it could be a little much, but you couldn't deny that their passion for your body made the sex other-fucking-worldly.

Sometimes it was fun to purposefully get them going, just to see how far they'd take it.

"What's the matter with you two?" You said, your innocent eyes darting back and fourth between the fiery haired twins, trying not to get distracted by the power of their strong, athletic builds; each of them towering over you as they waited your response. "Last time I checked, this wasn't a relationship. Not sure why you guys are getting so jealous."

Fred cocked an eyebrow. "Pretty sure we made it clear last time that you were ours...."

"...and only ours." George finished, the two of them drawing closer.

You swallowed, your heart racing with excitement at the direction you knew this little conversation was going in. You pulled your lip between your teeth, trying to hide your smirk as you backed up from them, attempting to keep space between your bodies as to not give in so quickly.

Pissing them off more only added to the fun.

"I don't belong to anyone," you whispered, voice a low murmur; cunt clenching as you watched a mischievous grin spread across Fred's lips; George's eyes narrowing in challenge. "And certainly not you two."

"Hm," Fred hummed, eyeing your body from head to toe, smirking as he snuck George a brief glance, the two of them circling around you now; like predators stalking their prey. "Sounds like she needs to be reminded of her place, doesn't she George?"

George smirked, wetting his lips. "She sure fucking does, Fred..."

Fred nodded. He'd had enough of the playing. "We're leaving."

Without hesitation, Fred and George each grabbed one of your wrists, George's warm breath washing over your ear as he whispered, "and don't try to fight it, princess..." his teeth grazed your earlobe. "You want us to make you feel good, don't you? You know we never fail to take care of you..."

Your head spun, oxygen missing you. Gods, of course you did. "Y-yes... you're right..."

"There's our good girl," Fred hummed, his lips ghosting over your other ear, lids fluttering shut at the collective sensations. "We're going to fucking worship you...make you feel things that no one else could ever, ever match."

Your breath hitched. "Oh..."

"That's it," George murmured, "you're ours, and tonight, we're going to make sure you know it."

Sensing that your defiance had now entirely crumbled, the twins shared a quick glance before they released your wrists, and moved toward the door without another word. Fred walked first, you in the middle with George trailing behind you, everyone in the corridors shooting you acknowledging glances as they eyed the three of you suspiciously, even though it was well over midnight and the party was coming to a close anyway.

As soon as Fred pushed open the door to his dorm room and ushered you inside, he locked it behind him--not wasting even a single fucking second before he looped his arm around your waist and tugged you against him; his back hitting the door as he held you snug to his frame, gripping your hips as he pressed your ass tight to his crotch. George stood in front of you, taking a moment to worship your body, taking a moment to watch your face as Fred's lips attacked your neck, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive flesh with relentless urgency.

Unable to hold off any longer, George stepped forward, running his hands over your curves, eyes stark with lust. "You look so fucking beautiful tonight..." he murmured, softly pressing his lips to yours. "We couldn't wait to get you alone."

Fred hummed, nipping your earlobe. "And now that we have..."

"...we're going to make the most of it." George whispered, breaking the kiss.

Your lungs stalled as you watched him slowly drop to his knees before you, his hands gently urging your feet wider as he gazed up at you with an intense desire, watching you lose yourself as Fred tilted your chin to the side and crashed his lips to yours, inhaling a sharp breath through his nose as his tongue fought with yours to be the one in control.

George hummed, one hand exploring your thighs and hips, eyes intently watching the small ministrations of your face as he slipped his other hand under your dress and teased your clit through your panties; sending sharp bursts of ecstasy through your veins.

"You deserve to be worshipped, pretty girl...to have every inch of you adored..." George whispered as he slipped his fingers under your panties, teasing your throbbing core. "Look how fucking wet you are for us already..."

You gasped into the kiss, fighting to pull away and catch your breath but Fred's lips were relentless, working your mouth as though he wanted to map your taste into memory; to devour every single inch. Your eyes rolled as George slowly pushed a finger inside you, carefully stretching you open, his lips grazing and teasing the sensitive crevice of your inner thigh.

"Mmm, does that feel good, princess?" Fred purred, breaking the kiss, panting mouth falling to your jawline.

You nodded, unable to find words, head falling back onto his shoulder as he looped a hand under your thigh, pulling it up toward your chest and holding it there as to give George better access to your pussy--a smirk crawling across his lips as he watched you pant and squirm in pleasure from his ministrations, pausing only briefly to tug your panties down your thighs and toss them off to the side.

"So beautiful...so needy..." George murmured. "We're going to make you feel so good, love..."

Fred groaned, nodding in agreement. "Pleasure you until you can't take it anymore,"

Fred pressed his lips back to your neck, his free hand roaming up your stomach and groping your tits over the fabric of your dress--he groaned against your neck as you pulsed against him, feeling George's warm breath caress your folds as he brought his lips to the crease of your inner thigh again, teasing you.

"George..." you breathed, desperate for connection, your hands weaving through his hair in attempt to coax his lips to your pussy. "Please..."

With a mischievous smirk, he met your eyes, holding your stare as he pressed his lips to your swollen clit, his skilled tongue lapping at your juices and mixing them with his spit. You moaned, body lost in overwhelming pleasure, back arching and eyes rolling, but Fred held you firm against him; one hand still holding your leg up while the other held your chest--lips working your neck, teeth peppering it with purple possessions marks.

"Fuck, you taste so good, princess..." George purred, voice muffled against your pussy. "So fucking sweet."

You moaned, head falling back, and Fred's hand slithered up from your tits and tightened around your throat, ridding your oxygen supply and inflicting a delicious, intoxicating buzz on your lips. Your mouth fell wide in an open pant, George's lips sealing around your clit and driving you directly toward the brink of an explosive, earth shattering orgasm.

Fred groaned, lips grazing your ear. "That's it...we love hearing you make those pretty noises for us.."

George's tongue delved deep into your wetness, flicking, swirling, and teasing with calculated expertise. He offered no respite, driving you closer to the edge with each skillful lick--your legs shaking, one hand gripping his hair while the other was latched onto Fred's wrist for dear life, your body utterly at their mercy as the two of them inflicted their usual intoxicating dominance over you.

"Look at you, so helpless and eager to please..." Fred's voice was a mere breath in your ear, his hand leaving your throat and trailing down your body, slipping behind your back and down past your ass, bringing it to your dripping heat. You moaned before he'd even sunk in, but when he did, your entire body convulsed, the pleasure of their collective movements driving you dangerously close to exploding. "Fuck, you're so tight and wet..."

Fred curled his fingers inside you, their long length driving you utterly insane, scissoring and curling against your tight walls while George continued his oral assault on your clit, humming as your trembling grip on his hair tightened.

Your eyes squeezed shut. You were dangerously close. "Oh...Oh, Gods-"

Fred growled, low in his chest. "That's it, little slut...take it. Take it all. We want to hear you scream for us."

"Cum for us, princess." George murmured against your pussy, only seconds before he latched onto your clit again, swirling his tongue in a way that sent you tumbling straight over the edge.

"Oh, yes...fuck-fuck!"

"That's right. Give in to us, baby," Fred growled, his voice darker than the midnight sky "...surrender to the pleasure we're giving you."

Your sight blanked, ears ringing and head falling back as you came around Fred's fingers, George's skilled tongue working expertly to swallow your orgasm as best as he could, neither of them stopping until they were completely certain you were past your high. Your entire body was on fire, liquid magma coursing through your veins, heating every square inch of your bloodstream as you fought to catch your breath.

George hummed, placing soft kisses along your slit and up toward your mound. "Are you going to admit your ours now? Or do we need to show you more of what we do to you?"

You huffed, fighting through the sensations as he teasingly licked at your pussy, softly enough to make your head spin and your body squirm. "I-I'm not...I'm not yours..." you said, purposefully trying to escalate them. "I'll never be."

George halted his movements, cocking an eyebrow as he met Fred's eyes. "How about that, huh Fred?"

Fred huffed, amused, and you felt his hot breath wash over your neck. "Entirely humorous, I'd say."

George stood up to his full height, peering down at you with a dark, predatory glint in his eyes, one that made your stomach twist with arousal.

"If you're not ours...then you're just some slut for us to use then, yeah?" He whispered, smirking, sneaking another glance at Fred; the two of them basically communicating with their eyes.

You swallowed, and Fred's teeth grazed your ear. "So you wouldn't mind if we just took control, used your sexy little body for our own pleasure, right?"

Your lips parted, your pussy clenching with need. Gods, this is exactly what you fucking wanted--you were so excited you couldn't even hide it if you tried.

"I..." you couldn't find words as Fred released your thigh, pulling your hips against his throbbing bulge, George's hands roaming your curves--tugging on your dress and bunching it up your hips, up your stomach, gesturing for you to raise your hands as he tugged it up  and off your trembling body.

Your mouth was drier than cotton, and George smirked, wetting his lips as he eyed your newly exposed body, his pupils dilating when he realized your lacy, dark red bra was a matching piece to your panties that had previously been discarded to the floor at your feet.

"Look at you..." he murmured, running a hand up your hip and toward your breasts. "Such a filthy little thing...wearing this under your dress..." he grazed your nipple, twirling his thumb until he felt it harden under the fabric of your bra. "Who were you wearing this for, if not us? Hm?"

The arrogance in his tone drove you crazy, and as Fred trailed his hand along your other hip, moving toward your pussy again, your lungs stalled, breath hitching.

"You've been aching for this, haven't you love?" Fred purred, teasing your clit with a brief swirl. "Don't worry, we're going to show you exactly who you belong to..."

George grabbed your wrist, "that's right...you're nothing but our little fucktoy, and we're going to prove it."

Your lips parted, but you didn't even have time to think as George tugged you over toward the bed, Fred trailing behind you. You could hear him fumbling with his belt, and your stomach leapt up into your throat as George released your wrist to do the same. In practically no time at all, the twins had rid themselves of all their clothing--their hard, throbbing cocks making your mouth water and your pussy clench as you stared, unable to peel your eyes away. They were fucking hung. You always managed to forget just how big they were.

George smirked, and you moved toward him, wrapping your small hand around his thick length, his head falling back as you softly pumped him, reaching beside you to do the same to Fred. Each of them stood there for a moment, eyes squeezed shut and chests heaving as you stroked them; twisting your fist and smearing their pre-cum around the heads of their cocks--your entire body screaming with fucking need at the display.

After a moment, George gathered himself, and brought his lips toward your ear. "Are you going to be a good girl for us?"

Fred's lips found your other ear, your hands still slowly pumping their lengths. "Are you going to let us have our way with you? Hm? Give yourself over to us completely?"

As George smacked your ass, leaving your cheek burning and tingling, you yelped; mischievous smirks crawling across both of their lips. Gods, you wanted them inside you. You couldn't take even a second more of waiting.

"Yes..." you whispered, increasing your motions, head falling back as they each attacked a side of your neck. "Please...take me..."

"Mm." Fred hummed, smacking your other cheek now. "That's what we like to hear, princess..."

George moved toward the bed, laying down on his back on the edge, legs dangling off the side. He motioned for you to climb on top of him, and without hesitation, you did--his big hands finding your hips and holding you firm against his chest, your thighs straddling his waist as you rolled your slick cunt against his length, his jaw tensing and throat bobbing as he swallowed, lips finding your neck.

Fred came up behind you, his long fingers ghosting down your back, caressing the smooth curve of your ass. George brought his lips to your ear. "You want us? Hm?"

You didn't even need to think. "Yes!"

"Beg for it..." Fred cooed from behind you. "Beg for us to claim your perfect little body, to use every one of your delicious fucking holes..."

Your breath hitched, your stomach leapt with excitement. "Please-fuck-please, fuck me..."

"That's it," George groaned, angling the head of his dick so it was pressing at your dripping core, his voice a dangerously deep growl in your ear. "That's our good little toy...fuck-"

His words were cut short by his groan of pleasure as he sunk into your tight wet heat, thrusting up into you in one slow, sensual thrust; stretching your walls open slowly and cautiously--for as dominant as the twins were, they never took it too far. They were always careful with you, gentle when they needed to be, and it drove you fucking insane; in the best way possible.

"Oh...fuck-George..." as he sunk in to the hilt, he paused for a second before he slowly pulled out, Fred's hands running all over your body, adding to the already overwhelming sensations flowing through you.

You moaned, eyes rolling back as George began to increase his pace, fucking up into you as his arms held you tight to his chest, his breath growly and husky in your ear. You felt Fred's hands leave your body, only for a brief moment, until he returned one to your hip, followed by a warm liquid sensation dripping down your back and sliding over your ass.

Fred massaged the sensual liquid into your skin, moving down toward your ass, grazing the tight rim with one of his fingers, the sensations making you clench around George.

"Shit-you're so fucking tight..." George breathed, slowing his pace to an agonizingly slow speed. "You need to slop clenching around me like that, princess...or else..."

As Fred pushed his finger inside you, pressing against your inner walls, and you moaned, entire body overwhelmed by the fullness--you'd done anal before, but never at the same time as being fucked, and so far, it was an incomprehensible experience--entirely fucking mind-numbing.

"I-I can't help it-oh, Fred-fuck!" Fred snuck another finger inside your ass, and he continued to twist and scissor you open, your entire body tensing, an overwhelming fullness washing over you. George groaned as you clenched around him again.

"Shh, relax..." Fred cooed, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of your ass, matching the slow ministrations of George's cock. "Breathe...feel your tight little ass stretch open for me..."

As he pressed in a third finger, your vision blanked, and you were so encompassed by pleasure you couldn't even comprehend it--if three of his fingers felt this fucking intense, you couldn't even begin to imagine what his cock would feel like. His fingers curled inside you, stretching you wider, your face washed with crimson, body glistening with sweat--you'd never felt more defenceless and dominated, your entire body succumbed to their primal power.

George, however, was struggling. "Fred, any day now..." he groaned, hissing the words through barred teeth. "She's got me strung out on the gallows here.."

Fred huffed, slowly pulling his fingers out of you. "I think she's ready for me...aren't you, princess?"

As George paused his movements, you could finally take a second to think, to breathe. Admittedly, you were nervous, but you knew the twins would never hurt you, would never do something to cause you unwanted pain. You knew you could trust them to take care of you.

With a small whimper, you nodded. "Yes...I am."

"Good girl...we're going to claim every one of your pretty fucking holes..." Fred groaned, pressing the sticky head of his cock against your ass. "Our perfect little plaything..."

He squeezed more warm liquid over your ass, trapping a deep breath in his lungs as he worked in the head of his dick. With a deep breath, you allowed your body to surrender, allowed yourself to relax into the moment. The intensity of their touch was all-consuming, and as Fred finally worked his thick length inside your ass, all three of you groaned in pleasure, Fred and George hissing through their teeth as you squeezed and clenched around them, your tight walls pulling them deeper inside of you.

"Oh, fuck..." Fred groaned, "tight...so fucking tight..."

Fred clung to your hips, George's arms still wrapped tight around your shoulders, hugging you to his chest as he slowly resumed fucking up into you. When Fred had fully sheathed himself in your ass, he held himself there, grip rough enough to bruise, drawing in another hissing breath through his teeth. He was massive, reaching places in your body you didn't know were possible--and between him and George, you felt overwhelmed, overtaken, your head dizzy with pleasure.

George brought his lips to your ear, his pace quickening. "You like that, princess? You like taking us both like this?"

Fred smacked your ass, leaving it stinging. "She does...she loves being our toy...dirty little slut..."

Your breath hiccuped in your lungs. "Oh-"

Was the only thing you could even attempt to say, the intensity and the pressure building in your core with every thrust, their movements becoming more forceful and insistent--mercilessly dragging you dangerously fast toward the soaring heights of ecstasy.

"Shit-" Fred's voice was a breathless pant, smacking your ass again as he slammed his hips against you. "That's it, take it...our little slut can handle it, can't she?..."

Every word from their lips drove you further into the oblivion, and by this point, you were only halfway cognizant of the sounds and words leaving your mouth. You were gone, vanished, transported from this reality and floating off somewhere in another--the level of surrender and submission you were experiencing was like nothing you've ever felt before, being used solely for their pleasure; used as their fucktoy for their carnal desires was something that you only imagined happening in your fantasy. You were so encompassed by pleasure you were certain you were going to explode without needing any clit stimulation, which was something that almost never happened to you.

"Fuck-you feel so good..." George groaned, his fingers digging into your shoulders as though he was trying to shatter your bones. "So tight and wet and eager for us..."

"Shit-" Fred moaned, his hands bruising your hips. "You feel so good wrapped around us like this...you love it, don't you whore?"

Your body felt like it was being pushed to its limits, your ears ringing as the twins increased their paces even further, slamming into you with a primal force, the sounds of their strained grunts mixed in with your wanton moans and the sounds of smacking skin being the only thing filling the thick, steamy air.

"Yes-yes!" You practically screamed, voice shaking. "I-I love it.."

Fred groaned, slamming into you. "That's right...our little whore likes it rough...fuck-"

Pleasure coursed through every fiber of your being as they dominated you in the most primal and exhilarating way. With each thrust, you were pushed closer to the edge, the pleasure mingling with the degradation in a deliciously sinful cocktail. George let loose a low moan in your ear, a sound so deliciously satisfying it pushed you dangerously close to your edge--holy fucking shit you wanted to cum. You needed to cum.

"Shit-I feel you...I feel how bad you need to cum, isn't that right, princess?" George's voice was a mere breath in your ear, his pitch strained with desire. "Tell us how bad you want it..."

Fred's hands left your hips, exploring every inch of your body, one of them snaking around in between you and George and caressing the front of your thighs. You knew he was going to tease you, you knew they'd never let you get there that easily. Your clit was throbbing, screaming, wailing in need--and although you felt so fucking good you could probably get there without it, you knew it would feel so fucking good if you did.

"P-please..." it was a pathetic cry of desperation, hardly loud enough to hear over the sound of their skin slamming against yours.

George whimpered in your ear as you clenched around him, Fred groaning as you squeezed. You moaned, far too fucking loud, and George brought a hand to your lips, shoving two of his fingers past your teeth as he growled his words into your eardrum.

"You're so close baby...but you’ll have to do better than that if you want us to help you get there..."

Fred's hand inched closer to your clit, teasing over your mound. "Tell us that you're ours, tell us that no one else could make you feel like this...no one else could ever take all of you like this..."

The ache within your core was intensifying by the second, the desperate longing for release almost unbearable. George shoved his fingers deeper into your mouth, eliciting a gag from you and he smirked, growling through his teeth.

"Look at you, princess...we've taken everyone of your holes...every part of you has been claimed by us..." he breathed, jaw tensed as he spoke. "Show us who you belong to."

When he slipped his fingers from your mouth, Fred's own fingers found your clit, grazing it, and your entire body flinched; desperate for connection.

"Please! Please, I'm yours...I belong to you guys, please!" Words left your lips in nothing more than babbling desperation, you fucking needed this; so, so bad. "Gods, let me cum...let me cum for you..."

Fred's free hand smacked your ass again, his fingers continuing to tease your clit. "Looks like she's finally begging for it, George..."

George hummed, gripping the back of your neck and holding your eyes to his. "That's what you want princess? To cum on my cock, hm?"

You flinched as Fred swirled over your clit again, the two of them fucking you deep, filling you full, their pace relentless and their arrogance suffocating as they relished in the clear power they held over you in this moment. They got you right where they wanted you, and they weren't scared to hold you there; making you wait, holding you hostage over the edge of pure ecstasy until you utterly shattered in their hands.

"Yes!" You wailed, meeting his dark, primal eyes, sweat glistening his forehead; his reddened locks sticking to his skin. "I want to cum on your cock, please!"

Another smack on your ass, another deep thrust from Fred. "Music to my ears..." he purred, breathless. "Should we grant her wish, George?"

"I think so, now that she's admitted her place," George grinned, brushing his lips over yours, fingers squeezing the back of your neck with enough force to bruise as he fucked deep into you. "I'd say she's earned it, Fred..."

With a satisfied groan, Fred's fingers connected, twirling over your clit with a relentless pace, shutting down any brain power dedicated to speech. Instead, your body was vibrating with pleasure, liquid diamond coursing through your vessels, making you moan and drool and babble their names. You were at the fucking brink, ready to pour out, bones ready to break from your skin as they drove deep into your holes.

Your back arched and your fingers found George's hair, gripping the tendrils as though you were trying to rip them from his scalp. "Oh-yes! Fuck-yes!"

Fred's fingers swirled with insistence, George nipping your jaw as you were right there-so close- "go on whore, cum for your fucking owners."

Your body flatlined. "Oh! Fuck!"

The two of them tipped you into euphoria, pleasure overriding your self-control as you shook and convulsed on their cocks, every muscle between your legs pulsing and clamping down while your vision turned to a black sea of stars. Your ears rang and you were sure you fell unconscious as the most powerful orgasm you've ever experienced ripped through you, shredding every single shred of nerve you had inside you.

"Fuck-you're squeezing me so fucking hard..." George groaned, so loud it shook your ribcage as it reverberated through you. "You're going to make me fucking cum, princess..."

"Fuck," you muttered, head spinning as you came down from your high; not getting very far before the pleasure started to build again, their relentless pace utterly consuming your existence. "Fuck..."

When Fred's fingers didn't pull away from your clit, you wailed, trembling and shaking from overstimulation, but Georges hold around your waist held you firm in place against him, their cocks slamming you deep as you wailed, brain entirely unable to function.

"Oh-fuck-I can't...Fred..." you said, reaching back to try and pry his hand from your clit, but George caught your wrist, collecting them both and pinning them behind your back.

"Oh, yes you can," Fred breathed, slamming you deep. "We're so close...you can cum again, alongside us, little slut.."

Your eyes locked on George, his pupils so large they swallowed up well over half of his irises entirely; a dark, primal lust encompassing his gaze. You could tell he was close, his lips parted and brows furrowed in concentration, you could tell he was holding himself back for whatever fucking reason. He was lost in pleasure, lost in the heat of your tight pussy clenching around him as Fred worked you toward your third climax of the night, fucking deep in your ass and hissing through his teeth.

"Shit-" Fred hissed. He was close too.

George's lids fluttered, "cant...hold on...much..longer.."

Without much cognitive warning, your third orgasm built quick and fast, slamming into you like a hard shot to the gut, and you screamed--unable to silence yourself even if you fucking tried. Your high washed through you like a tidal wave, rippling through your body with uncontainable force, your entire corpse shaking violently against George's chest as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled over you, swears and sounds and drool pouring from your lips without consciousness.

"Fuck-fuck-" George groaned, head falling back against the mattress, grip tightening on your wrists. "I'm-gonna-fuck-"

Fred's fingers remained on your clit, working you through your high as the two of them collectively shattered against you, their bodies tensing and breath sputtering in their lungs as they spilled their hot cum inside of you, fucking you through the remnants of their highs until they were utterly spent.

For a moment, no one moved, everyone fighting to catch their breath, to return back to earth. When Fred pulled out, all that you could do was whimper, your body a collection of sweat and cum and fluids; every nerve ending in your system tingling with lingering pleasure.

"Look at you..." Fred whispered, slumping down onto the mattress beside you, helping you get yourself off of George. "Completely filled and claimed by us."

As you rolled off George and collapsed down onto the mattress between them, they each wrapped their arms around you, holding you tightly between them as you all laid there panting, bodies awash and glistening with sweat.

"All ours..." George murmured against your neck, lids fluttering. "Isn't that right, princess?"

You sighed in satisfaction, nodding softly as you melted into their collective grasp. "All yours, boys...all yours."

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Room for two (NSFW)

Fred Weasley x fem reader x George Weasley

Fred and y/n have been dating for a whole but she still struggles to tell her boyfriend and his brother apart. The twins (being the horny, mischievous fuckers they are) decide to use that to their advantage and have a little fun. What can I say, Fred likes to watch…

TW: nsfw (under 16’s dni), mean dom Fred, mean dom George, degradation, no incest, sharing, voyeurism, spanking, slight bondage, no prep (evil boys 😏), unprotected sex, masturbation (male), face smacking, cum swallowing. I think that's everything.

A/N: This is not only my first Weasley fic, but also my first time writing smut, yay! Italic bold speech is a flashback except for the word ‘Kitten’. Read and it’ll make more sense lol.

1.4K words

“C’mon love, me and Georgie have missed you. Spend the weekend with us above the shop, it’ll be fun”

When the brilliant Fred Weasley invites you to stay with him and his brother above their shop in Diagon Alley, there’s really no option other than yes. You had been dating him for nearly three years and you loved him more than anything else in the world. A nice, quiet weekend with the Weasley twins would do you some good…

…but Fred had other plans.

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You arrived on Friday and walked into the shop, seeing one of the ginger haired twins behind the counter and the other stocking a shelf nearby, neither one aware of your presence. Fuck, which one was which? Maybe if you let them notice you first, you'd be able to tell. You pottered around the shop, browsing the shelves of different potions and colourful boxes containing all kinds of mischief, trying to attract the attention of the twin stocking the shelf. He looked up with a smirk and instantly knew what you were up to, and he didn't plan on revealing who he was just yet. He knew that Fred would be alright with this, they had discussed it the night before. He can still remember Fred’s words clear as day:

“She’ll love every minute of it, she can be a needy little slut when you give her what she wants”

“I've seen how she looks at you, she wants us both but she likes to act all innocent and pretend that she doesn't”

“You can have her for the night, as long as I get to watch. She’s my dirty little whore after all”

The twin in front of you simply smirked, knowing that with one simple nickname, you’d think he was your loving boyfriend. Getting you into his bed would be easier than Fred said it would be.

“Go on up, Kitten, and wait for me on the bed”

George smirked at how fast you moved up the stairs to the flat above the shop. He finished stocking the shelves before shooting Fred a wink and following you up. Fred had been watching everything. This was his idea in the first place, and he wasn't going to miss a single thing. You always acted so innocent when he talked about George, but he knew how you felt. He could practically see the way your mouth watered when you would watch them at Quidditch practice. He could see the way you rubbed your legs together when they sat either side of you in the common room. Now that you had all graduated, he had promised George a turn with you.

As soon as the shop shut and all of the customers had left, he would go upstairs and enjoy the show.

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You didn't even have time to enter Fred’s room and get undressed before George had come up behind you, gripping your waist tightly and sucking harshly on your neck. His right hand trailed up, practically ripping the buttons apart on your dress to reveal your bra covered tits beneath. He would never get sick of looking at them. When he’d sit next to you and look down your shirt, knowing that all of your attention was on Fred. He couldn’t help himself. George ripped off your bra, groping your bare tits harshly. He listened in on every gasp, every moan, and every whimper that you made, only becoming rougher as he pinched and tugged on your nipples.

“F..Fuck..Freddie…”

George chuckled darkly and tore your dress off, followed by your soaked panties. He pushed you onto the bed, smirking mischievously at the way your legs opened wide, your glistening cunt on full display for him. Poor little slut, George thought, Getting this turned on for her boyfriend's brother.

“On your hands and knees, now”

George growled, pushing his suit trousers down and getting behind you. He ran his hands over your ass before bringing his hand down swiftly, making you yelp from the stinging sensation. But he didn’t care, George seemed transfixed by the way your ass jiggled and the skin turned bright red. He kept spanking each cheek, making sure to leave handprints and a painful memory whenever you sat down.

“Freddie, Please…been so good, please fuck me. Need you so badly” you whined, your thighs rubbing together to give your needy clit friction.

“You’re such a desperate, whiney little slut. Bet you’d love nothing more than my cock deep inside of your slutty cunt. Keep begging, beautiful, let me hear how much you need me” George started stroking his cock to your pleas. He’d give you what you wanted eventually, he’d been dreaming of your tight pussy ever since his brother introduced you to the family. The younger twin suddenly had an idea and pulled your arms behind your back, tying them securely together with his tie.

He gripped your joined arms tightly and rammed his cock inside your wet pussy. The stretch made you yelp in pain and squirm in a (not so) desperate attempt to flee, but George only held you tighter, a cruel pout on his lips.

“Thought this is what you wanted, little love. Don't tell me you can't be a good girl for me now”

His cock was so deep, hitting that spongy spot that made you clench around him and shut your eyes tight. His hands gripped your skin with a bruising force, you were so close…

“Well, well, well, look who’s enjoying themselves” an identical voice quipped, but it wasn't from above you, it came from the doorway.

The older Weasley twin stalked close, making you squirm in embarrassment of being caught by your boyfriend's brother. But he only knelt in front of you with a devilish smirk.

“Guess my little kitten really is a slut for it, huh?”

Fuck

Your eyes widened as everything seemed to click into place. The man in front of you was your boyfriend, the man with his cock pressing deep inside of you was his younger twin brother. A pout spread across your lips, thinking that Fred was mad at you for being underneath George. But Fred simply got up and sat in the chair across from the foot of the bed, getting comfortable but exposing his hard cock.

“Go on Kitten, show Georgie just what a little slut you are. Put on a show for us”

George smirked and snapped his hips forward, knocking the breath from your lungs. He started his brutal pace that rubbed your insides raw. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you buried your head into the soft sheets beneath you. But George wasn't having any of that. He pulled you up by your hair, your back pressing against his chest, causing his cock to somehow push deeper into your cunt. You hissed at the sting from your scalp.

“Such a spoiled brat. Doesn't even say thank you for her lovely surprise” George spat next to your ear, his other hand coming up to lightly smack your face. “What do you say, slut?”

“Thank you, Freddie…Feels s..so good”. Your moans got louder with every word.

Fred pumped his cock, trying to match the pace his brother had set so that he could pretend that he was the one fucking you. But he knew you’d need more, you were his insatiable little slut. Fred simply looked into your desperate eyes and grunted through gritted teeth…

“Cum for me, Kitten”

At his command, you let the blinding pleasure take over your entire body. Your velvety walls clench around George, pushing him over the edge too. You could feel his cum spurt deep inside of you, staining your walls. He let go of your hair and you dropped forward onto the mattress. Fred got up and walked over to your fucked out body and you immediately opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, smiling as you felt his warm, salty sweet cum hit your tongue and lips. You swallowed all that he had given you and licked your lips, collecting every last drop. Fred stroked your hair softly.

“My turn, kitten”

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[crystlizabeth]

I love your stories!! And I was wondering if you would do some George Weasley x Reader where the reader is good friends with Ron ( same age as him, so like 2 years younger than George ) but has always had a crush on George. then while staying at the burrow for the holidays there is all this sexual tension and one night they kinda stumble across each other ( like while up for a glass of water or something ) and FINALLY have sex.

Yeah! I haven’t written form him before so i hope this is good!

Best friends brother..

Paring: George Weasley x POCfem!reader

Warnings: smut, cursing, reader is 18+ oral(f receiving) (p in v) 

The Weasley house was quiet as everyone slept, as for you, you couldn’t. You spent the last 20 minutes tossing and turning on the couch you couldn’t stay still nor clear your mind of your best friends brother, George to be exact. You knew Ron would have your head if you ever mentioned having a crush on his older brother.

But with coming over during the holidays you where bound to see him. Tension was building, how his eyes looked you up and down scanning you so shamelessly, the way his hand would ‘accidentally’ brush you wither it be your thigh when you sat next to him at the table, or the small of your back as he passed you. You could explode especially after to day. When you two stood alone in the kitchen helping make cookies, small talk going between each of you just the way he looking at you, how close his face was to yours. There was no fucking way he didn’t have a slight crush on you, his little brother’s best friend.

You snapped back after hearing foot steps come down the stairs you quickly move to your side closing your eyes pretending to be asleep. You could feel a presence lean over you then a hand touching your face creasing it lightly as of an intention not to disturb your ‘sleeping’ body.

“You’re so beautiful..” you heard Georges voices say, it soft and gentle as he looked down at you.

You could feel your face heat up at the complement “is the so..?” You said shyly.

His hand quickly moved from your face back to himself in a panic “oh- you’re awake, sorry! I didnt mean to wake you up!” His voice was panicked.

You turned your body looking at him, laughing at him. “Sorry i didnt mean to scare you.” You spoke sitting up.

“So you think I’m cute aye.” You smiled slightly tilting your head, looking at the red head that stood behind the couch.

He let out a ‘pff’ shoving his hand in his pockets, “yeah, yeah i do.” He said attempting to sound confident. A smile grew on your face watching him all embarrassed.

“Do you need some water I- I need some water.” He stumbled over his words pointing to the kitchen.

“You’re blushing a school girl, what happened to all the confidence from earlier getting all closed to me face like you where gonna kiss me but instead pulled away with a fat smirk as i stood there like an idiot.” You said teasing him as you got up walking to the kitchen. He didn’t say anything but he did fill up a cup with water turning to you as he took a slow drink of his water.

“Yeah, and?” He said plainly setting the cup down, his body leaned up against the counter.

The shirt he wore was a little small so it sat above is v line his pajama pants low on his waist. “Your eyes are wondering sweetheart..” your eyes shot back up to him seeing the smirk on his face.

“Common if you want me just say it.” He said, his cocky tone making you scoff.

He pushed himself off the counter walking towards you, you walked back finding yourself pinned against the counter. “Common baby use your words… i wanna hear you.” His voice was low and seductive.

“George..” you began, you watched his head tilt as he waited for you.

“kiss me, please kiss me.” You spoke, you couldn’t believe how fast all this had happen. How fast you folded. 

His lips connect with yours the kiss started soft and tamed, his hand wrapped around you his hands gripping your hips. A soft moan left your lips enjoying the moment, letting your hands over his shoulders going into his red hair.

His hands went down cupping your ass putting you on the counter. Georges lips disconnected from yours. He tilted your head up kissing your neck, his rosey lips kissed up and down finally finding the spot that made you squirm.

“George, oh merlin..” you moaned the heat between your legs building up yearning for contact.

“Dont be to loud you don’t want everyone hearing you now do we?” He said his hands wandering to the top of your shorts. “Is this okay?” He asked your permission to take your shorts off.

“Yes.” In one smooth motion he slipped the shorts off your body as you sat on the counter feeling the cool air hit your heat.

“No panties?” He smiled shamelessly. His fingers trailed up your thigh, you opened your legs to him more his long fingers faintly trailed up your heat coating his fingers in your slick.

“Fuck.. your so wet…” he spoke making eye contact with you as he stuck his fingers in his mouth tasting you on his tongue. You watched as his eyes rolled back in enjoyment the taste of you making him moan.

You watched as he lowered his head between your legs, his warm tongue sliding up between your folds a blissful moan escaping your mouth. Georges hands came up grabbing your tights pulling you in closer as he devoured you. One of his hands came up to your clit rubbing circles, his tongue moved in an erotic manner bring you closer to your orgasm.

“Fuck, just like that.” You moaned out, your hand slapped over you mouth to keep your pleads more quiet. The not in your stomach building up, your thighs presses themselves together not able to touch for the red head between your legs. “George..fuck im gonna cum” you warned your body jolting slightly having the wave of pleasure as he ate you to the end if your high.

He stood up straight leaning over your body that laid on to the counter. “You tase to good..” he said quietly licking is lips.

You cover your face at his words how four words rolled off his tongue so lewdly. “Common baby let ne see your face.” His hands wrapping around your wrist pulling them off your face, a teasing smile appearing on his face as he saw the state you where in.

“Hello beautiful its good to see your face again, not that i didn’t enjoy the view of earlier.” He chuckled, you smacked his chest only for him to let out a laugh.

“Stop. Oh my god.” You spoke to him a slight laugh could be heard from your tone.

“You loved every second of it..” he said his lips brushing over yours.

“Mmhm, i did.” You finished pulling him down to kiss you.

“I want you.” You said between kisses. You could feel his hard on rub against you as you made out.

“Please let me have you..” you begged moving your hips to make some sort of friction between you both.

He moved away pushing you back on the counter as he pulled his pants down a little bit taking himself out he lined himself up with you, he looked up at to to make sure you where okay with this just to check. You gave him a nod, in one swift motion he slid in to you. A soft whimper leaving his lips ad he felt your walls adjust around him.

He started to move the pleasure running over you made your head fall back a hushed moan coming from your lips as you felt his hips hit yours making sure he filled every inch of you. His hands gently began to massage your breast taking your nub into its mouth his wet tongue swirling around your harden nip. He continued to abuse your flesh leaving light hickeys on your darker complexion.

The kitchen was filled with the lewd sounds of skin slapping and soft moans and whimpers. George could feel himself coming to his end he moved up looking at your face as he fucked you. He watched how your mouth was slightly gaped your eyes squeeze shut. “Hey look at me, i wanna see you pretty little eyes as i make you cum again.”

You opened your eyes meeting his brown ones, his red hair falling in to his face. You felt that familiar not build up again but faster this time as he hit the right spot over and over. He sat up pushing your legs open giving him more access, he looked down watching himself as he fucked you. “Common sweet girl cum for me.” His voice was smooth.

Your hands gripped his forearms feeling yourself come undone. “Good girl just like that..” the praise left his lips as he thrusted a few more times carrying your through your orgasm. He pulled out letting his seed spill on your stomach a quiet moan of your name left his lips as the ropes of cum laced your stomach.

Heavy breathing came between you as you sat up he cleaned himself up as he got a wash rag to wipe himself off your stomach. “Sorry if its cold.” He apologized before wiping the cum of you. You two stood there quietly cleaning up yourselves the sound of a door opening putting you both in a panic as he threw your shorts at you your hurriedly put them on almost falling in the process.

You turned around to see Ron, he didn’t say anything just looked his tired eyes squinting as George leaned against the sink taking a drink if water. A quite scoff came from the younger red head he wasn’t awake enough to question anything and just walked back up the stairs.

“He’s gonna say something at breakfast whats the excuse?” You asked

“I just fucked you on The counter.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“I will break that water glass over your head.”

“I was just kidding,” he laughed “i came down to get water and woke you up on accident so we started talking.” He said a smile on his face.

You nodded, you didn’t know how you would explain this whole situation to Ron or if you even wanted to it all depends what happens after tonight. George walked over to you “i would invite you to come up to my bed but don’t want to get caught, so good night..” he said quietly giving you a kiss on your cheek then your lips his hand dragged along the small of your back as he walked towards the stairs.

“Sleep well.” Was the last thing he said before returning to his room.

How the fuck where you supposed to sleep after that. .

#george weasley #george weasely smut #george wealsey x reader #george wealsey imagine #ron weasley #george weasly x reader #weasley twins #weasly twins #fred and goerge weasley #harry potter fandom #poc!reader #black reader #fem reader #x reader

[padfootsaphrodite]

The world going insane when they realize that it is okay to like both the marauders and the golden trio because one is not better than the other.

#regulus black #slytherin skittles #marauders #evan rosier #james potter #lily evans #sirius black #dorcas meadowes #remus lupin #marlene mckinnon #harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #tomarry #golden trio #luna lovegood #harry x draco #romione #fred and goerge weasley

[kaciebello]

Love accusations

Masterlist

George Weasley x Gryffindor! reader (fem)

Summary: 3 instances where you deny dating George, and the one where you don’t. Much to Fred's dismay.

warnings: Mention of sex, swearing, no use of y/n

Authors note: one-shot. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes beforehand. Proofread by me and me only (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

Word count: 3k

A pair of Gryffindor sat on a sofa in a secluded part of the common room.  The two had previously worked on their charms homework together, however, one had seemingly finished and moved on to a book, while the other one took avoiding it as his main mission in life. However, any attempt to get a reaction from the girl goes unnoticed by her. Disappointed he returned to doing his homework. They both fail to notice his twin approaching with their friend.

“You two ARE having sex!” Fred yells making some heads in the common room turn in their direction with curiosity.  George jumps a bit in shock and looks at his brother. eyes widening.

“Really? George, why didn't you tell me? I would have put my book down.” Says the girl lazily not even attempting to put her book down. She was not even bothered enough to pick up her gaze from it or bothered by her friend's antics.

“ We are not!” George argues back as Fred and Lee sit down opposite the couple. That however goes flat to their ears. Because if there is something Fred loves more than testing his brothers, it's teasing his twin brother.

“Fred, the only people having sex here, are the characters in my book.” She says, turning to another page. George leans over and tries to peek whether that is true or not. The girl shuts the book with a loud bang and places it gently on the table. Now finally giving all the attention to the overly loud Gryffindor duo. Lee's hand reaches for the book but she just swats it away.

“What do you want.” She asks.

“I want, you two to admit you're dating.” He says pointing a finger between her and George.

“Not gonna happen Fred.” 

“Why not?”

“ Because we are not dating, easy as that.”

“Bullshit!” Fred yells and slams his fist onto the coffee table. She leans back into the sofa and just shakes her head dissapointly. Kicking her feet up on the coffee table and crosses her hands over her chest.

“You have no valid argument, Fred. I will not debate this with you if you have no evidence.” She says looking into Fred's eyes, knowing damn well it will fire the boy up. He narrows his eyes at her and nods as if telling her he will play her little game. Quickly he turns to Lee and they start whispering sometimes glancing at the pair. The two of them made it look like they just thought of a groundbreaking strategy in quidditch.

“ You know what you're doing, right?” George leans back and looks at the girl. Giving up on the homework at this point. She just smirks and nods. Lee and Fred turn back and simultaneously clear their throats.

“We have proof.” He says seriously and pokes Lee in his side with his elbow. The girl just raises her eyebrow before motioning them to continue. Lee sits up straight.

“ I have seen you two almost kiss in the corridor before.” He says very proud of himself. Fred started franticly nod and a smile spread across his face. Gorges's eyes widen a little at this information. The girl, however, remained unphased.

“ You can't prove that it was us. I could have been anyone.” She argues back, looking at her nails, seemingly bored. Fred's smile flatters a bit before he jumps up.

“I CAN RECOGNISE MY FACE ANYWHERE!” He yells and points at the girl. She just lifts her gaze and him.

“You didn't see us tho. Lee did. Hence, could have been anyone.” Fred's and George's faces snap to Lee who gulps very loudly. Looking nervous between the two brothers and the girl. Lee felt like in the front line of a war.

“ We walked together to the library after tho.” He says.

“ You walked together to the library after!” Fred repeats seeing this as his victory. Placing his hands on his hips and making a superhero pose. The girl just sighs and takes her legs off of the coffee table.

“ Are you jealous about me almost kissing George? Fine. I can almost kiss Lee if you want. Even you if you desire so much.”  Whine leaves Geroge as Fred and Lee watch the girl in confusion.

“What.”

“You heard me, Weasley.” She says before getting up from her comfortable spot. Both Lee and Fred move a few inches back. She just chuckles and goes to pack her things. George sees this and goes to do the same.

“Plus it couldn't be me kissing George, as I fancy someone else.” She says after picking her book from the table and placing it in her bag.

“You do?” Say all 3 boys at the same time. She just rolls her eyes at their antics and turns to leave. George hurriedly followed her.

“ Where are you going?” Fred asks as both of them get up and move toward the exit. She just flashes him a smile.

“ To almost kiss your brother in the corridor.”

—

The four of them were on their way to Hogsmeade. The snow as fallen in a thick  layer and all there was to do was some shopping. The twins wanted to buy some trinkets from Zonks, while Lee and the girl had only butter beer on their minds. Walking swiftly to get from the cold and hoping their younger siblings don't catch up on them and they would be forced to take them with. Fred and Lee led the group, while the other two were falling behind. Fred and Lee could be heard from miles away. George opted for a much quieter conversation with his partner.

“ When are we going to tell him?” asks George the girl next to him. “Don't get me wrong, it's hilarious, but I miss holding your hand.” He continues and his hand brushes over hers. Although he dubs she could feel it over her gloves. To be fair, George finds it as much fun as she does. He just sometimes misses her despite being right next to her.

“You can hold my hand whenever you want to, but, It's too much fun, it's like he's obsessed.” A smile spreads across her lips as she stops her movements and looks at the boy. He also stops and looks at the girl. Her hand extends to him as a gentle offering. He takes it as fast as he can. Walking closer to her, he places his other hand on her cheek.  Smile adored both of them, as George leaned in, Smack.

Crumbs of snowball have fallen on her face, a giggle escaped her. George wipes his head around to see his brother and friend both with loaded-up snowballs. Before he can react, two more hit him. Effectively stunning him.

“OI! Hurry up you lovebirds!” yells Lee before he and Fred run in the direction of Three Broomsticks. George just curses and runs behind them. Leaving the girl to leisurely walk and meet them there.

When she got here, all of them had already shed their outdoor layers and had butterbeers sitting in front of them. One was in a space next to George waiting for her. She took her scarf and coat off. Something perked up Fred's attention.

“Is this your way of telling us?” He says pointing between her and George. 

“Telling you what?” She asks, sitting down. Not even being able to take a sip of her drink before Fred spits other nonces.

“That you two are together.” Lee is however faster and suppresses his friend in the explanation. The girl just rolls her eyes before taking a sip. A foam mustache forms on her upper lip that she quickly wipes with the sleeve of her sweater. Momentarily stopping to progress something.

“ Guys, we have been over this.” Defends George this time. Fred just narrowed his eyes at him before pointing at the girl, who was still frozen.

“Explain this then!” He says and grabs the sleeve of the sweater she was wearing. “ This is your sweater!!” Sudden touch wakes the girl up and she retracts her hand.

“Again Fred, you can't prove that.” He looks at her in disbelief, lost for words from the sheer audacity of this girl. Groan leaves George and Lee is just laughing at his friends' antics.

“Oh? So the giant G on the front doesn't mean anything?” Recovers Fred rather quickly. George chokes on his butter beer and Lee goes to pat him on the back. The girl looks down and stretches the sweater. There is indeed a giant G on it. No dubbed Mrs. Weasly work as always. She wondered if she did it to help herself to keep track of whose laundry she was doing.

“It's just a G, could mean anything.” leaves her.

“G for George.”

“ Or G for Ginny, ya know? Your sister.” She says, raising her eyebrow at him.

“Why would you have my sister's sweater?” he asks accusingly. She just shrugs and takes another sip from her drink. 

“ Why would I have George's one? I don't like him like that.” When she says it like that it makes sense for her to have Ginnys' sweater more than Georges.

“So you do like him!” Lee jumps on the accusation train. Another groan leaves George and he finishes his drink.

“Just how I like you, and Fred, and Padma, and Harry, And-”

“ Okay, okay, I get it.” Freds gives up and takes a sip. A smirk spreads on his face. “ So tell us, who do you fancy?”

“Hmmm, well, truth to be told, he's a Gryffindor, tall, and very cheeky and his name is- WELL would you look at that! I will get us another round.” She says and gets up from her spot. Knowing better than to take Fred's bait, she walked away to the bar. She can hear Fred turning to Lee and George.

“I'm telling you it's George, You can't fight me on this one!” Georges's giggles are heard throughout the tavern. “ Motherfucker, you ain't telling us shit!”

—

A scream is heard throughout the burrow, together with fast steps going down the stairs.

Harry, Hermione, and Lee turn to the sound startled. The 3 Weasleys, however, not even looking up from their card game. Fred places one card down making Ginny frown and carefully study her own. Ron just curses under his breath.

The girl appeared first with the other twin on her toes. She stops in front of the group, eyes gleaming with victory. George stops once he notices the other people, opting to just stand behind her.

“Are you okay?” Hermione asks, Placing her own card down without even looking. Ron curses again and tries to peak at Harry's cards. He just presses them to his chest, preventing him.

“Yeah, why?” The girl asks, clearly out of breath from running from the much faster boy behind her.

“ The scream?” Harry says, not really sure he wants to join the conversation. She just waves her arms at them.

“Oh no, don't worry. It's something George did.” The boy behind her straightens at his name. Looking at his sister who seemed to be winning the game with almost no effort.

“ Oh Merlin, he finally did it. He showed her the birthday suit.” Fred says.

“and it was SMALL.” Followed Lee, Fred's head snapped to his friend, he took full offense to that. Hemione's face twists in disgust. A small ‘ew’ can be heard from Ginny before she places another card on the table. Ron makes a fake gaging sound and George had nothing better than ‘dude’. The girl laughs at this.

“Oh Lee, I love you so much,” she says and goes to hug him. George whines and stops her by grabbing her upper arm.

“I can confirm that is not true mate.” Says Fred with full confidence. George just shakes his head. Hermione decided to force her cards on Harry, who was not very happy about it, and got up.

“I'm going to make some tea, you want some?” She says to the girl, she just nods and follower her to the kitchen. 

“ Count me in!” Says Ginny as she places her last card on the table, successfully winning the game. Her brothers and friends just groan. Ron looks like he might cry at this point.

The girls moved to the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley was looking out the window, watching her older sons and husband work in the yard. She notices them walking into the kitchen and smiles at them. Ginny mentions something about tea and the girls sit down. After some time and bickering over what does and does not belong in tea, steaming cups were sat before them. Hermione breaks the silence.

“So, when are you gonna announce it?” Confused look from the girl, Mrs. Weasly just glances at them, seemingly paying them no mind. While she may be facing the window, her years are very much facing the three girls sitting at her dining table. Because be assured if something is going on with her children, under her roof, she is bound to know. The girls didn't even have time to answer before Ginny jumped in.

“Wait, are not just pretending to not know in front of Fred?” She asked, confused as well. Hermione stops putting sugar in her tea and fully turns to the girl. She grabs her hands into hers and looks her in the eyes.

“Are you?” The girl grows nervous. Curse Ginny and her watching people skills.

“I have no idea what you're on about Hermione.” she says with a full chest, then leans in and whispers.” Let's not talk about it in front of his mum!”

“Stop whispering, we all know something is going on between you and George. I know my brothers, and I know when they have that lovesick look.” Ginny blows on her tea before taking a sip. Somehow she manages to give both of them a pointed look. 

“I know what you look like with that look too, don't start Ginny.” says the horrified girl, still not comfortable that Mrs. Weasly is there. Ginny goes red and just looks away. Speaking of the older woman, she turns to them.

“ Who has a lovesick look?” She asks with a smile that feels a little bit too threatening to all of them, although others may see it as the sweetest one.

“You when you look at dad. What is he doing anyway.” Ginny says hoping to change the subject. The older woman just huffs, turns around, and looks out the window again. Ginny leans forward to the other two before she whispers.

“I'm just saying, let it really be my sweater you borrow next time.” A smirk on her lips when she retries. With the corner of her eye, she sees her brother trying to catch a glimpse of the embarrassed girl.

—

“Source?” Lee asks.

“ Dude, trust me,” Fred answers.

“ You know I am physically unable to do that.” The two boys were hiding behind a bush. Good view of the pair sitting on the bench.

“ I too was advised, not to trust you.” Pipes in Collin, who was dragged into this mess by an accident. The poor boy wanted a picture of that tiny firework Fred had, instead, he dragged him to this when he refused to let him borrow his camera.

“Collin, this is the talk. This is the news! I need you to take a picture of them when they kiss.” Says Fred, a creepy grin on his face. Collin scared a bit just nods his head and gets in position. After a few good minutes of spying, Fred gets impatient and turns to Lee.

“Should we find a better spot? My feet kinda hurt from squatting.” He says but then a shutter goes off. A little photo comes from the camera and Fred grabs it.

“AHA, GOT YOU!” he jumps out waving it in the air and running to the startled couple. Scaring the couple that jumps away from each other a little. Lee and Collin follow behind him.

“What are you on about Fred?” Asks him, George. Still holding the girl that had her legs on his lap. 

“ YOU TWO! KISSING! I GOT PROOF!” HE yells and shows them the picture. The girl just grabs it and looks at it. Fred is jumping up and down, hugging Collin and then Lee. Victory celebration. The girl gets up and walks to the poor younger Gryffindor. George is pulled up by Fred and forced to join a jumping hug.

“Hey Collin, can I keep this?” She asks the boy gently. He just nods, seemingly scared of the situation. The girl turns back to the three overgrown babies smile on her face. She can no longer argue about proof, as she was holding one in her hand. She turns to Collin again and tells him he can go. The boy just nods and runs away as fast as he can, very much terrified of his upperclassmen. 

 George wiggles out of the hug and makes his way to her. Cheers can be heard from his brother and friend. When they meet again, George stops right in front of her. One of his hands finds her waist and the other on her neck. They stay like this for a few seconds seemingly in their word, not noticing the cheers dying down. He leans in, their lips brush, when...

“Not in front of me Forge!” Yells Fred with the girl in his arms, running away with laughter, followed by Lee. George was frozen in his position, the girl missing from his arms. George shakes his head at his brothers' antics. Now that he looks at it, maybe living in denial wasn't the worst thing. Because if there is anything his twin loves more than teasing other people, is teasing him.

#george weasley #george weasley fic #george weasley x fem #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x you #george wealsey x reader #weasley twins #weasly twins #fred and goerge weasley #harry potter fandom #fem reader #x reader #hogwarts au #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #harry potter #harry potter au #fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #fred weasely x y/n #george wealsey imagine #ginny weasley #hermione granger #ron weasley #lee jordan

[sergeantbuckybarnes]

mastermind // george weasley

Summary: You like Fred but he doesn’t seem to reciprocate your feelings, so you ask George to fake date you to get his twin attention, but the faking soon turns too real.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: unrequited love, fake dating, angst, a bit of fluff

A/N: As always, remember English is not first language. Also, thanks to @allyjoe755​ for proofreading this!

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“You’re staring again.”

You turned to your friend. “I am not.”

Bernice arched an eyebrow, gazing at you with skepticism.

“Okay, I was staring,” you said defeatedly, looking down, “but Binnie, look at him; I just can’t help it.”

You'd been infatuated with Fred Weasley since the first time you met him. You'd spent the last few months trying to flirt with him and show him how you felt, but he didn’t seem to be on the same page.

“Why don’t you ask him out? Straightforward. Without beating around the bush.”

“And have him laugh in my face, leaving me with shame and rejection for the rest of my life? Thank you, but no. Besides, Fred is no idiot; he clearly observed my advances on him and chose to ignore them since he isn't interested.”

Bernice remained silent for a few minutes before breaking into a wicked smile. You knew what that smile meant; you'd seen it a thousand times since you befriended the redhead in your first year at Hogwarts — and it never meant anything good.

“You should make him jealous.”

“What?” You frowned, a confused expression painted on your face.

“Look, men are inherently jealous. Now, he may appear uninterested, but if he realizes he's losing you, he'll go for it.”

You were perplexed when you stared at her. “Where did you learn that?”

“From a magazine of my muggle neighbor.”

“And you’re sure it’s going to work?” You inquired, still dubious.

Bernice nodded confidently, which gave you some comfort. She appeared to know what she was talking about.

“So, how can I make him jealous?”

“Easy. You go out with someone else,” Bernice said. “His twin brother is single, right? Go out with him and show Fred how much fun you can have with someone else.”

“With George? Why does it have to be George?”

“Because it will make him ten times more jealous. Siblings always want what the other has.”

You couldn’t know if that statement was true, since you were an only child who never had to share anything.

“Look, Fred believes he has you in the palm of his hand; his ego towers higher than the astronomy tower. He needs to come back down to earth.”

You sunk into your seat. You were hesitant. How could you do something so wildly unethical, not to mention how it would hurt George in the process? Was your desire to have Fred return your affections really worth it?

“What if George rejects me?”

“He will not,” Bernice said, shaking her head. “He’s the nice twin.”

“Fred is nice too.”

Your friend rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.”

You sat in your bedroom, quietly staring at the wall. This morning's conversation with Bernice was still circling your head. You knew it was childish, but you also knew there was a chance it would work. Still, you were hesitant. You liked George and you considered him a good friend; he was nice and he didn’t deserve to be used and discarded. Furthermore, what if Fred didn’t want you after you broke his twin brother’s heart?

No. There was no chance you’d risk that.

You groaned and buried your face in your pillow, letting out a frustrated cry. You were truly helpless.

One of those muggle magazines Bernice mentioned might be useful right now.

You turned around and started looking intently at the ceiling, as if the solution you were looking for were, somehow, written there. Suddenly, a spark went off in your head.

“What if I tell George about the plan and I ask him to help me?”

That was a better idea than what Bernice first suggested. Fred would still believe you and George were together, and no one would be hurt.

Yeah, that was a brilliant plan. Now you just needed George to agree to it.

“I can always bribe him with chocolate frogs.”

You also had some galleons that he could invest in creations for their future store.

Finding George was more difficult than you expected, and that the castle was of gigantic dimensions did not help in your search either. He could be anywhere. Well, except for the library. That was a place you wouldn’t bother to search.

Frustrated, you trekked outside to the Quidditch pitch, where you finally spotted George and the rest of the team, who appeared to have just finished practicing.

“George! Where have you been?” You exclaimed as you dashed up to him.

George looked up, surprised. He wasn’t usually the twin you sought out. But before he could reply to your query, Fred joined you.

“Hey, Y/N. You look good today,” he said, his signature charm smile on his face.

You fought the flush that was coming up on your face and tried to keep focused on what you needed to get done. “Thank you,” you replied before turning your attention to George again. “Can I talk to you?”

George nodded but made no moves to exit the pitch.

“In private,” you specified.

As he nodded, understanding rushed over him. Then he turned to Fred. He didn't say anything; they just looked at each other for a few seconds like they were communicating telepathically — something that frightened you every time they did it. Fred rolled his eyes and walked away, muttering something under his breath.

“Well?” He inquired, intrigued, once you were alone.

“I need to ask you for a favor,” you said, sheepishly. He didn’t say anything so you continued. “I want to make Fred jealous.”

George frowned, confused. “Not sure how I can help you with that.”

You sighed, “I really like him, but he doesn’t address any of my advances. If he sees I’m interested in you, it would make him want me.”

“Who told you that?”

“A muggle magazine.”

George kept staring at you as if you'd grown two heads.

“Please, George. All you have to do is pretend you like me and that we’re dating.”

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with pretending to date someone.”

“It's just for a little while!” You begged. “Please, George. You're my only hope.”

After a few minutes of contemplation, George finally agreed. “Alright, fine. Let's give it a shot.”

You made a small enthusiastic leap. “Thank you, George. You’re the best.”

You shuffled anxiously outside the Great Hall the next morning, eyeing Fred from afar. George, who was standing next to you, cleared his throat.

“You ready for this?” he asked.

You took a deep breath before nodding. “Let's go.”

George extended his hand, and you entwined your fingers with his before walking into the Great Hall hand in hand, garnering some surprised looks from some of your classmates. You dashed over to the Gryffindor table where Fred was already seated.

“Morning, Fred,” you said joyfully as you sat down, still holding George's hand.

Fred cocked his brow. “What's going on with you two?” he asked suspiciously.

You shrugged. “Nothing much, we're just enjoying each other's company.” You gave George a sly smile and leaned over to rest your head on his shoulder.

George returned your smile. “I couldn't resist.”

Fred cast a skeptical glance between you two. “You guys are really dating now?”

You nodded, taking a sip of your pumpkin juice. “Yep, we decided to give it a try.”

Fred appeared to be uncomfortable, but he tried to mask it by stuffing some food into his mouth. You noticed how uneasy he looked and whispered into George's ear. “It’s working, he's definitely jealous.”

George chuckled softly and squeezed your hand under the table. As you finished your breakfast, you caught Bernice’s eye from the other side of the table, giving you a thumbs up.

You smiled back, grateful for your friend's encouragement. With Bernice’s idea of fake dating George, you finally had a chance to make Fred see you in a different light.

It just started and it was already working.

You and George were huddled up in one of the couches of the Gryffindor Common Room, lost in your own world.

Pretending to date George turned out to be pretty easy. He’d do all these nice things like wait for you in the mornings and walk you to breakfast and carry your books to class, even if you told him it wasn’t necessary. Also, he didn’t miss an opportunity to hold your hand or kiss your cheek.

You'd seen something light up in Fred's eyes whenever George touched you, like that first morning in the Great Hall. Despite this, he had done nothing about it. In fact, you haven’t had a conversation with the older twin since all this sham started.

You and George haven’t had a proper fake date either. And with Hogsmade weekend approaching, you decided it was the ideal time to put on a show of phony young love.

“Get a room!” Lee joked from one of the couches.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help but smile, “We’re in a room,” you said.

Angelina piped up. “Yeah but I don’t think we want to hear all that snogging!”

Truth to be told, you and George only have shared chaste, innocent kisses. At first you were a little apprehensive, and you could sense George was as well. You didn’t want to dive in too deep, but if your only kisses were on the cheeks, you knew it wouldn't be very convincing.

George couldn’t help but tease back. “Jealous?” he asked with a smirk. And although it was Angie who made the comment, he said this looking at his brother, expecting to get a reaction, but Fred only rolled his eyes and started a conversation with Lee. Even still, he would steal glances from time to time.

“We should go on a date this Saturday,” you suggested.

George hummed in response.

“We could go to Honeydukes and then get some butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks,” you added.

“That sounds great, love.”

Under a lovely blue sky, you and George wandered through the charming streets of Hogsmeade. You laughed as you passed the various shops, your eyes sparkling with delight.

The wonderful fragrance of candy filled the air as you walked towards Honeydukes.

You took George's hand in yours and led him inside, eager to indulge in some treats.

"Wow, look at all these sweets!" You exclaimed as you surveyed the colorful display cases. “Let's get some chocolate frogs and Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans.”

It was foolish of you to get so excited over candy, but you couldn’t help it, you had a sweet tooth.

“So what’s your favorite candy here?” George asked.

You grinned. “I'm a sucker for the peppermint toads.”

George laughed. “Typical. I'm more of a chocolate person myself.”

After filling up on treats, you took a leisurely stroll through the quaint town, admiring the intricate fairy lights and bobbing for apples at games stalls.

As you were exploring the stores and taking in the charming atmosphere, George spotted a flower shop and decided to buy you a rose. When he handed it to you, you flushed. “You're such a gentleman.”

“Only for you,” he said with a smile.

As dusk started to set in, you made your way over to The Three Broomsticks to warm up with some butterbeer. You found a cozy corner booth, your eyes locked onto each other. The candlelight flickered softly, casting shadows on your faces.

The quaint pub was bustling with students from Hogwarts and other wizards and witches from Hogsmeade.

“This is really nice,” George said, taking a sip from his butterbeer. “I haven't been here in ages.”

You smiled sweetly at him. “I'm glad you're enjoying it. I thought it would be nice to get away from the hustle and bustle of the school for a bit.”

George nodded in agreement. “It's nice to have a change of scenery, especially with good company.”

There was a brief moment of silence between the two of them before you spoke up. “I had an amazing day. Thank you, George,” you said sincerely.

“You’re welcome, love,” he responded, smiling.

You chatted for what seemed hours while sipping on the frothy drink. The atmosphere was cozy and warm, with the crackling of the fireplace in the background.

“I can't believe we're already in our final year,” you said wistfully.

“Time flies when you're having fun,” George remarked.

Despite the fact that you had been out for the majority of the day, you couldn't help but feel that your date had finished far too soon, but you were glad for such a great day. You couldn't recall ever feeling so at ease around someone, let alone a boy.

You were growing so used to this relationship that you forgot you weren’t actually dating him.

You walked into the Gryffindor Common Room with a wistful expression on your face. Bernice had been lounging in one of the armchairs by the fireplace, flipping through a magazine. As soon as she saw you, she jumped up excitedly.

“So, how was Hogsmeade? Did you and George have fun?” your friend asked eagerly, a hint of mischief glimmering in her own eyes; waiting for you to spill the beans.

You sank down onto the couch next to her and let out a sigh. “It was...nice,” you said, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

Bernice raised an eyebrow. “Nice? That's all you're going to give me? You'll have to do better than that if you want me to help you get Fred's attention.”

You looked away uncomfortably. “That's just it, though. I don't think I want Fred's attention anymore.”

Bernice's mouth dropped open in surprise. “What? Why not? You've been crushing on him forever!”

"I know, but...after spending time with George, I realized there might be something there," you admitted quietly.

“Oh no, Y/N. This is not what we planned. You were supposed to make Fred jealous, not fall for George.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. But George is just so wonderful, I can’t help how I feel.”

“Well, I guess we have to come up with a new plan then. Maybe we can find someone else for you to date and make Fred jealous that way.”

“I don’t know, Binnie,” you murmured. “I should never have dragged George into my mess. Maybe I should just be honest with him.”

“That’s a risky move, Y/N. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? Then things could get awkward between you two.”

“I know, but I think it’s worth the risk.”

Bernice placed a hand on your shoulder sympathetically “Alright. It’s your call,” she said. “I'm here for you no matter what you decide.”

“Thanks, Binnie,” you smiled. “I appreciate it.”

As you approached George, your heart rate increased. You rubbed your hands, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. You sat down on the bench near George, taking a deep breath before starting the conversation.

“George, I... I need to talk to you.”

“Of course, what’s up?” he responded kindly, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

“I don't know how to say this, but... I know we started pretending to date to make Fred jealous. But... sometime along the way, I began to see you differently. You're... smart, funny and kind-hearted. And I'm not sure when it happened but…” You looked up for a second to observe his reaction, “I think I like you. Like, I like, like you.”

George's eyes widened in surprise as he heard what you said. Silence filled the air as George sat there astonished, his thoughts jumbled as he tried to process everything that you had just told him. Finally, he took your hand in his own and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Y/N,” he said softly, “I like you, believe me, I do. But… I think you are confused.”

You peered into George's eyes, not understanding what he was saying. “What? I’m not confused; I know how I feel.” You sighed, feeling embarrassed and exposed. “I know it's sudden, George. And I understand if you don't feel the same way,” you added, looking down at your hands.

George took a moment to think before responding. “It's not that I don't have feelings for you, Y/N. It's just...I don't know, this whole fake dating thing was confusing enough as it is. And Fred… he’s my twin brother, he’s in the picture too,” he paused and exhaled deeply. “I need time to figure things out,”

You nodded understandingly. “I get it, George. Take all the time you need. I just wanted to be honest with you,” you said, standing up.

George stood up as well, giving you a small smile. “Thanks for telling me, Y/N. We'll talk more soon, okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed before walking away, feeling both relieved and nervous about where things might go from there.

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley x you #george weasley fic #george weasley one shot #harry potter imagine #fred and goerge weasley

[punkharryp0tt3r]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Harry Potter Height HeadCanons ⟡₊ ⊹

•Ron is the tallest Weasley, Bill is almost the same height as him, but shorter by like an inch

•Harry is about the average male height + a tiny bit taller then average, but he looks smaller then he really is when next to Ron

•Hermione is average female height, maybe a bit shorter. But in first year, she was about the same size as Harry, just because Harry was malnourished.

•Fred and George actually get frustrated and annoyed that Ron is taller then them 😭 Ron teases them about it

•as Mr.Weasley got older, he shrunk a little bit, and laughed when he realized Ron had outgrown him.

•Ginny is a bit taller then average for females.

•Charlie is about the same height as the twins

•Percy is a bit shorter then bill, but still on the more tall/lanky side.

•Mrs.Weasley is really short, I think even Hermione is a bit taller then her

⊹ ࣪ ˖ That’s all I can think of for now! Thanks for reading <3⟡₊ ⊹

#harry potter #harry potter fluff #harry james potter #ron weasley #ronald weasley #hermoine granger #fred weasley #george weasley #fred and george #fred and goerge weasley #bill weasley #charlie weasley #ginny weasley #molly weasley #arthur weasley #percy weasley #the weasleys #hjp #harry potter headcanon #Harry Potter HeadCanons #height headcanons

[harrypotter-imaginees]

We’re enemies

Imagine your enemy Fred Weasley barge into your dorm in the middle of the night waking you.

You sit up in your bed „What the hell are you doing here?“

Fred slowly walks to your bed. „Can you do me a favor“

„It’s literally 2am! What is it, Weasley?“

„Get the fuck out of my head“ He says, slamming his lips on yours

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[glittervame]

Happy birthday to my favorite little shits

#april fool's day #fred weasley #freddie #george #george weasley #fred and george #fred and goerge weasley #harry #harry potter #mattheo riddle #tom riddle #theo

[kookooka2]

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[hogwartschronicles]

Fred smirking: I just want to tear that dress of yours down and ...

George: Merlins beard you two! I'm in the room and I unfortunately have ears!

Fred: Then I advise you to leave Georgie, you don't wanna hear the next thing I'm gonna say nor do.

George getting up: I really need a separate bedroom or I shall obliviate myself every night ...

The art isn't mine. Credits to: MAMI SKETCHES

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[artbymaranne]

Some good ol’ Fred Weasley fanart for the crowd.

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[sunnylands-world]

You were over here gawking at Draco, Fred and George by your side. Your arms rest on the table, a hand under your chin in the great hall resembling the boy across the way.

"He's so-he's- he's- he's so," you Stammered.

"he's so?" Fred says, annoyed.

"pretty," you sighed, eyelashes fluttering and if heart eyes exist you had them.

"oh for fuck sake!" George snapped.

Fred shakes his head.

"I'm really not getting enough to deal with this."

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco x you #draco malfoy fluff #draco x reader #draco imagine #malfoy #fred and goerge weasley

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[smittenbyvillains]

Day 28 - Family Affair - FW, GW

Warnings: fluff

Fred and George stared at you from across the room. It was a full party in the Gryfiindor common room. They are jealous about how you were dancing against Draco. They huffed and went over. They got between you two and blocked Malfoy from your view.

"You only dance with your twins Princess."

#fred wealsey fic #fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #george weasley #george wealsey x reader #fred and goerge weasley #x reader stories #x reader #harry potter

[sergeantbuckybarnes]

it’s definitely you // george weasley

Summary: George doesn't have the courage to ask you out, so Fred gives him a hand, but things don't go as planned.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: angst, fluff

A/N: As always, please remember English is not my first language. Thanks to @allyjoe755​ for proofreading this!

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“You should ask her.”

George sighed at his brother's insistence. It wasn’t the first time they had had this conversation.

“You know she’ll say yes.”

“No, I don’t know, which is why I’m not asking.”

The redhead was beginning to regret telling his twin brother that he liked you more than just a friend. Fred had made it his personal mission to make him ask you out on a date with the presumption that you felt the same way.

“How can you know that?” George told him in one of their most recent arguments. Fred Weasley couldn't read people's minds. He had no way of knowing how you felt about his brother. And George wasn't about to jeopardize six years of friendship over a crush and his stupid brother's persistence.

“If you don’t ask her, I will.”

The younger twin perked up his attention from his parchment to his carbon copy sitting in front of him. “No, you will not.”

Fred had a mischievous expression on his face, and George knew exactly what that meant.

"Fred, I mean it," George said flatly, his voice devoid of irony. “Stay out of it.”

“So you'd rather watch her from afar, see her out with another git, than to man up and ask her out yourself?”

“It’s not about courage, it’s about common sense — If I ask her out and she doesn’t feel the same, it would be bloody awkward between us, and then, not only will I not have a girlfriend but I’ll have lost my best friend too.”

“She won’t reject you. We share the same face, and I’ll say I rock the looks. No girl ever has said no to me.”

“Did you just compliment yourself?” George couldn't believe what he was hearing from his brother.

Fred sighed and rolled his eyes. “My point is, just go for it. I’m tired of watching you drool over her.”

“I do not drool.”

“Sure, you don’t.”

“Could you please drop the subject?” He was becoming increasingly irritated.

Fred signaled his surrender by raising his hand. “Alright mate. It’s your loss anyway.”

“Y/N, wait,” a voice called to you from the end of the corridor. You turned and saw a tall, lanky figure with an unmistakable fiery red hair approaching you.

“Hey, Fred,” you greeted your friend when he finally reached you.

You noticed his expression changed to one of faux-offense. “Seriously, Y/N? Six years of friendship and you still can't tell me apart from my dimwit brother?”

You frowned and scanned the guy standing in front of you. You were certain you were speaking to Fred and not George, but the insightful look he gave you made you doubt yourself.

You were tired after a long day, so you blamed your confusion on that. “Sorry, Georgie. Long day.”

“It's alright,” he said dismissively, “but you'll have to make it up for me.”

“What?”

“You know, for failing to recognise your best friend and the best-looking twin.”

You rolled your eyes, but laughed at his playfulness.

“What can I do for you to earn your forgiveness?” You played along, gaining a broad smile from your friend.

“Go out with me,” he said straightforwardly, surprising you. You were not expecting that.

“Come again?”

“You and I. Hogsmeade. This Saturday. What do you say?” His bravado and the wink he shot your way perplexed you.

You shifted your feet awkwardly, and you realised you made an unintentional face because your friend's smirk had been wiped away.

“I’m sorry, George. I just- I don’t see you that way.” You pursed your lips, gripped the book against your chest, and walked away from the scene.

“YOU DID WHAT?”

George had never been more furious at Fred than he was right now. They had fought before, which is natural between siblings, but this time was different. The younger twin was enraged.

He was enraged because he had asked Fred to drop the subject, and he had promised to do so, only to go behind his back anyway.

Enraged because he couldn't face you again without feeling awkward and uncomfortable.

Enraged because it was becoming increasingly clear that his brother had ruined his friendship with you.

Because there was no way you could remain friends with him after discovering that he harboured feelings for you–  feelings that a friend should not have for another friend.

“I was just trying to help you,” Fred spoke in a low, almost uneven tone. He knew he'd made a huge mistake and wasn't sure how to fix it.

“I told you to leave Y/N alone. I told you not to meddle.” Although George was no longer screaming, Fred could sense the tension and intensity in his brother's tone. There was a great deal of emotion behind the words he was speaking.

“I know, but I was certain that she felt the same way and–”

“And you were wrong.” The pain beneath George’s eyes was palpable.

“I’m sorry,” Fred had lost track of how many times he had apologised to his brother, but one more wouldn't hurt.

“That word doesn't mean anything coming from you right now.”

George was leaning against a tree near the Black Lake, alone with his thoughts. He didn't know how long he had been there, but after his argument with Fred, he needed space, and he knew he wouldn't get it in the castle.

He was mad at his brother, but he was also mad at himself.

He couldn't help but believe that he had brought this on himself. He had to be an idiot and fall in love with his best friend, of course.

His best friend, who was perfect in every sense of the word.

You were a kind, sweet, A-plus student who always laughed at his jokes and supported his and Fred's dream of opening a joke shop. You loved his family and his family loved you.

Every Hogwarts student was after you.

So why would you choose him when you had an infinite number of better options?

“Hi.”

Your voice jolted him out of his reverie. He looked up from the ground and looked you in the eyes.

“Hi.”

He didn't say anything else, and soon you were both surrounded by an uncomfortable and awkward silence. You weren't accustomed to uncomfortable silences. Not with George, at any rate.

“I need to talk to you. I wanted you to know why I said no to going out.”

“You don’t have to–”

George refused to listen to any explanation. He didn't want to hear how you saw him as nothing more than a friend. He didn't want your sympathy or assurance that his feelings for you wouldn't make your friendship awkward from now on. He just wanted to be left alone with his broken heart in his misery.

“I said no because I knew it was Fred who asked me.”

“What?”

“We've known each other since we were 11 years old. Do you really believe I can't tell you apart at this point?”

He shrugged, not really sure of what to say. “Our mum still gets confused sometimes.”

“Well, I’m not Molly. And I know you. You and Fred may share a similar appearance, but–” For a split second, you wondered if you should say what you were about to say. You cast a quick glance at George and noticed he was looking at you expectantly. Screw it. “When you look at me, the sparkle in your eyes... That is unmistakable. Nobody has ever looked at me like that before, so I know.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m the most precious thing in the world.”

“You are.” The words left George's mouth softly and quickly, as if they were coming from his heart rather than his head.

The heat was burning your cheeks. You bit your bottom lip and looked down for a few seconds before summoning the courage to look up at him, smile, and utter the words you had been dying to.

“So, do you want to go to Hogsmeade this Saturday?”

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