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The Battle - George Weasley

“George?" You looked at him, his exhausted face illuminated by the flickering firelight in the Gryffindor common room. Your heart was beating just a little faster than usual, as you chewed your lip, trying to gain the courage to just tell him.

"Hmm?" He mumbled tiredly, leaning his head onto your shoulder, as you felt your face began to heat up just with that gesture.

You were glad Fred wasn't here, he would surely be making fun of you if he was - he was the one who had been trying to convince you to tell his twin brother about your feelings for months now, and mocking you about them just as often.

You had almost opened your mouth, when you heard soft snores from beside you, and looked down to see your best friend fast asleep.

You sighed. You'd wait a little longer to tell him.

- Four Years Later -

Your heart was beating fast in your ears, a loud thumping that almost blocked out the sound of everything around you, as you burst out of the doors of the Room of Requirement, wand clutched tightly in your hands. You looked frantically around, seeing students running around you, some trying to escape, some preparing for the battle that was surely about to come to Hogwarts.

Your eyes were drawn to the windows along the corridor as you ran down it, having no clue if you were going in the right direction. The protective barrier that separated Him and you glistened blue in the night sky, a bubble that surrounded Hogwarts. It was almost beautiful, and perhaps you would have enjoyed it, if you knew where they were, if they were safe - Fred, Ginny, Ron, Harry, Hermione ... George.

Your mind was moving so fast, so panicked, that you almost didn't see Harry as he ran up the stairs that you were stood at the top of.

You hadn't seen him for months, though he had hardly changed, apart from the look in his eyes which was more haunted than ever, and a few more scars and injuries than when he had left the Burrow all that time ago.

"Harry!" You doubted he would stop at just your words, his mind, too, was somewhere else. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling him out of the way of the crowd of students that were charging around. You vaguely heard the sound of someone crying.

"Y/N-" His eyes flickered back up the stairs - why he was going there, you didn't know - and back to you. "Look, I really need to g-"

"Where's George?" You interrupted him, your eyes scanning over the crowd of people, hoping, praying to see a flicker of the bright red Weasley hair.

His eyes locked with yours, then. "I'm sorry. I don't know." He did, genuinely, look sorry. You felt terrible for him, really - he too had people in this castle tonight that he was terrified for. "I have to go-"

Your hand released his wrist, disappointment filling you.

"Stay safe!" You yelled - he was already halfway up the stairs, pushing past people.

"You too!" You heard faintly, as you turned in the opposite direction, making to get to the Great Hall - someone there would know where he was, surely. It was only as you were running away that you remembered about the map that Harry still had.

His lips brushed yours, tentatively, unsure, the taste of firewhiskey on them. Your eyes were closed, for just a moment, one, sweet moment, that you could almost imagine was real.

You pulled away, before he did, hearing the laughs and cheering of your fellow seventh-year Gryffindors. You didn't look at him, as you sat back down, Fred elbowing you in the ribs with a knowing grin on his face. You wouldn't be surprised if he had enchanted the empty butter-beer bottle in the impromptu game of 'Spin the Bottle' to land on George. You chanced a glance at George, to see him, red faced, laughing at something Alicia Spinnet had said. Your heart sank.

You didn't make it to the Great Hall, in the end.

On the third floor, the red and orange fire light of the protective barrier disintegrating shone through the windows. Your stomach turned, as you leaned out of the window, and saw, not so far away, the army He had with him, the army that was now infiltrating Hogwarts, the place that had been your home, for seven years of your teenage life. You swallowed, frozen for a moment, suddenly overcome with realisation, the realisation that neither you, nor George, had a chance. Not against all of them.

"Y/N?" You turned, saw the flash of red hair, saw Ginny Weasley in front of you. She looked small, somehow, and though you had never seen Ginny look anything less than powerful, she surely did now. Her brown eyes were wide, as she regarded the scene outside.

"Gin? Why are you here-"

"I'm not staying in the Room of Requirement whilst everyone else fights him!" She said resolutely, fists clenched at her side.

"I was going to ask why you were here alone - where's your mum, or -" You stopped yourself before you asked where the twins were.

"Strictly speaking, Mum thinks I'm holed up in the Room of Requirement, waiting like an old spinster."

You let yourself snort a laugh at that, though it wasn't all that funny. Ginny grinned a little.

And that was when you heard the first screams.

George spun you around, your robes lifting up around your ankles, as you almost tripped over, laughing at his haphazard dance moves, in comparison to the rest of the dancers at the Yule Ball, who were infinitely more dignified than you and the youngest Weasley twin.

"You know," You teased looking up at him, touching his chin lightly. "I think I preferred you with a beard." He and Fred's ... mishap with the goblet of Fire had been the source of much mocking on your part for the past few weeks.

He groaned. "You're never going to let that go, are you?"

You grinned. "Never."

The loud, chaotic music has changed, suddenly, to a slow ballad, and the two of you slowed to a halt, looking at each other. Cautiously, as if unsure whether you would pull away, George put his hands on your waist. You looked away, to hide your smile, as you looped your arms around his neck, standing far closer to him than you had before. You could feel his heart beating through his chest.

"You're not half a bad dancer, Weasley." You murmured, leaning against his chest. You didn't notice the soft grin that lit up his face.

Your ears were ringing, and you were alone again, stood in the courtyard, blood trickling down your face, from what injury, you were unsure. There was no longer time to look for George, hell, you could hardly risk looking away from your attacker for even a moment. The dark eyes of Dolohov no longer hid behind his mask, like they had two years ago at the Ministry of Magic, no, now, you could see his whole face, from his ugly sneer, to his terrifyingly cruel, blank, pupils.

He flicked his wand with ease. "Crucio."

"Protego." You said just as fast, throwing up the defensive shield only seconds before the curse had time to hit. "Stupefy!"

He managed to block the spell easily, flicking his wand again, but this time you had no time to react. Your wand sailed from your hand, clattered onto a pile of rubble, too far away for you to possibly get to in time.

You swallowed, looked at him.

This wasn't how you were supposed to die.

"Quick, give me something to die of." George said, flicking through his Divination book. "That'll make Trelawney well happy, and hopefully she won't read the rest of this crap." He gestured towards the parchment he had been writing on for the last ten minutes.

"Being an annoying git?" Fred suggested.

"That's helpful." George retorted sarcastically.

"Just say you'll die alone and unhappy, she always laps that up." You suggested, looking up from your Potions work.

"Comforting." He sighed as he wrote it down, then throwing his quill onto the table. "Right, I'm done."

You sat in silence for a few moments, scribbling down notes for a Potion's essay.

"I hope I don't actually die like that." George muttered, looking up at the ceiling. "Would be a bit bloody depressing."

"Don't worry, Georgie." You pinched his cheeks jokingly. "You'll always have me." The last sentence came out more serious than you wanted, and George looked at you quietly for a moment.

"What about me, you selfish pricks." Fred joked from beside you two, breaking the silence, looking up from something he was writing. Since you sincerely doubted it was anything close to homework, you assumed it was something to do with Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

"Don't worry," You grinned. "We're well aware you'll always be irritating us for the rest of our lives."

The parchment hit you across the head.

You closed your eyes, but death didn't come.

You heard an angered yell, and a distinct thump. You blinked, looking up to see the slumped over form of Dolohov, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. You didn't care, though, because you saw the face you had been searching for all this time, the face you weren't sure was alive or not, but here he was, George, with dirt plastered all over his face, a dried bloody nose, and hair covered in dust and debris. Your George, though he was not really yours.

"George." You breathed, launching yourself towards him, completely forgetting the battle that raged around the two of you, immediately finding sanctuary in his arms, which wrapped tightly around you, an almost shield.

"Y/N - what are you doing here-"

"What am I doing here? I got back to the flat after work, a note saying you and Fred were out for dinner - did you not think that I would go and ask someone if that was true, with all the trouble going on?"

"I didn't want you to get hurt, okay?" His eyes softened your anger, his exhausted eyes.

"I don't care about getting hurt- I love you, for Merlin’s sake!" The words left you suddenly, the words that you had been waiting to say for nearly five years.

He blinked, didn't do anything for a few moments.

"I-" You started.

His hands grazed over your face, calloused thumbs wiping away the tears you didn't even realise were there. You gazed into his dark eyes.

"I love you too. Always have." He said quietly.

[bbuckysarm]

Please don’t make me the joke G.W

Pairing:   George x reader 

Plot: George askes y/n to go to Hogsmeade with him, y/n assumes its a joke.  

Word count: 1.4k

I walked into my least favorite class of the day, Muggle Music, and threw myself in my chair. I had chosen this class because being muggle born I figured that I would already know all the songs. I thought I was going to be analyzing like taylor swift songs and jamming out during class when in actuality, I’m studying how Mozart used the art of Pathos.

I felt a peace of parchment hit the top pf my head then fall to the floor. I began to pick it up  as I felt another one hit the back of my chair, then another, and another, and another. I turned around to see two redheads, one with a smile as big as the crescent moon. The other, whose face was almost as red as his hair was smiling soft but avoiding eye contact with me. I recognized them as Ron’s older siblings, Fred and George. Everyone knows that they are trouble makers. I always try to just stay under all the class clowns radars so I don’t sign up for any unwanted public attention. I’ve only briefly spoken to the twins when they needed homework answers, hoping that they would leave me alone in return.  The twin with the red face was still holding another piece of parchment paper. I stared at him in the eyes as he avoided mine, daring him to throw it. He moved his hand bellow his desk and rolled the final peace of paper to me. 

I felt a wave of rage wash over me my face turning a shave of pink it had not been before, the way the twin still threw the paper after they had already had their laugh made me feel laughed at. I looked down at the final ball of paper and saw something scribbled. They were notes, to embarrassed to read them in front of the twins I shoved them all under my desk, pretending to be uninterested. 

Class went on for another half an hour and I could hear whispers coming from the table behind me. I was not sure if the twins were talking about me, but considering what had happened earlier in class I assumed they where, causing me a lot of anxiety. My ears felt red hot and my eyes felt warm trying to try to listen in on what they were saying. 

The class was released but I stayed in my seet, pretending I was picking up my stuff. I watched everyone leave out of the corner of my eye including the confident looking twin. The last person to leave was the second twinge walked past my desk before walking towards the door. My heart began to beat faster and my beards again felt white hot. 

“I’m sorry for distracting you during class, it was mostly Fred.” The twin said shily. No sound came out of my mouth when I opened it to respond, unsure of what to say. He shuffled away towards the door but looked back one final time to smile before he left. I returned the smile as he walked out of the classroom. Quickly I bent down and picked up the five notes and shoved them in my bag, making my way to the hufflepuff common room. 

The hufflepuff common room is my favorite place inside of hogwarts, not to mention the beautiful outdoor views. It always felt safe in the common room. It’s the only common room in hogwarts that has a defensive spell so no other house can get in. I ran into the room and found a comfy chair to sit in as I find the courage to read these letters. 

“George wants to know if you will go to Hogsmeade with him,”  The first letter said, I quickly looked up in paranoia making sure I'm the only one to read the letter. 

“Ignore that,”  The second one, I assume is from George, says. My eyes feel warm as tears weld up in them. I begin to feel more embarrassed, the shame pilling on. Why did the twins have to make you the butt of their joke. 

“Sorry George is a little shy he won't ask you himself,”   The third letter said as I let it fall through my hands beginning to let the tears fall. 

“Fred is being an ass im sorry,” The fourth one said. It was all a joke. Just something fred weasley did to kill time in a class he didn’t want to be in. I know it shouldn’t matter because it's not like I have a crush on him or anything but it jets hurts to be laughed at. I always assumed that the weasley twins where better than this, I assumed they laughed with people not at them, unless they deserved it. 

“If you did want to go to hogsmeade together this weekend I think it would be fun. - George,” the last note said. 

I threw myself into a fit of rage, being laughed at is something that cayuses me a lot of insecurity and I needed to let them know they just can't mess with me like that. I got my parchment and feather out and begin writing. 

“Dear Fred and George,

I’m very happy that you guys have found something to do during class that is not interrupting the entire class, unfortunately your knee hobby is distracting me. Shouldn’t seventh years have more things to worry about than a quiet fifth year trying to pay attention in  music class. I always assumed we had a good deal going, you let me exist in peace and I gave you homework answers. Please, please just leave me be. I don’t want to be the butt of the joke.”

I stood up with tears in my eyes as I rush out of the common room, some of my friends trying to stop me with a worried face. I ignored them as I walked past. Tears blurred my vision and I continued heading towards the gryffindor common room. I ran into someone and quickly dropped the letter marked to the twins. 

“Y/N? Why are you writing a letters to my brothers?”  One of my acquaintances Ron said. 

“Because I’m going to kill them.” I said a matter of factly as Hermione help me up and I yanked the letter from Ron's hand. I’m sure he decided against continuing any questions when he saw the tears pouring from my face. 

I ran up to their common room, this was may chance. My chance to make them the joke and not me. I wanted to let them know that they cant treat me like another one of their little jokes, i'm not just a puppet for them to entertain themselves with, like everyone else in this school. 

I opened the door and quickly saw the twins sitting on a chair in the back selling tricks to the year ones. I had collected myself outside the door but as soon as I see George look up at me and smile i begin crying again. “Your just the butt of their joke.” I repeated in my head as tears began to fall again. I decided to hand the letter go george and walk out immediately, barely even making eye contact with Fred. 

I left the school building and decided to go for a walk to clear my head. As I was sitting buy the lake reading a book I had found in the library I heard someone yell from a few yards away. 

“Hey y/n, do you think we can talk?” I turned and saw that It was coming from one of the twins, I was not sure which one. 

My classmate sat next to me, “I’m George.” He said. 

“I know,” I said as I looked down, even if I didn’t.

“Will you go to hogsmeade with me this weekend?” George said.

I let out a small chuckle, “Am I still a joke Weasley?” 

My heart beat fast as tears welled up for the thousandth time that day. George put his hand on my cheek to wipe away the tears, “Y/N you know it was never a joke, you where never a joke.”  He laughed contradicting himself. “You and me have a good thing going here, I copy your homework and I leave you alone.”  He said shoving my shoulder with his. 

“Your not doing so well on your side of the agreement Weasley,” I said smiling. 

“I think its time we renew the terms of our agreement Y/N,” he said jumping up from the seet and holding out his hand for me, “Lets discuss this over a butter beer this weekend at hogsmeade, please Y/N.” 

I laughed then smiled, “That actually sounds pleasant George, I’ll see you this weekend.”