weasley twins one shots

cherry, lemon, peach // george weasley

summary: george is obsessed with your chapstick and tries to guess what flavour you're wearing

warnings: none!

word count: 2.7k

a/n: holy moly has it been an age (like four weeks) since i've posted a fic!!! i deeply apologize to all of you who have been so incredibly patient. but here we go!!!! :)

original link: https://harrysweasleys.tumblr.com/post/631242071166107648/cherry-lemon-peach-gw

The spring sunshine shone down through the massive windows of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, every product on the shelf glistening lightly under the morning light. The store was quiet, empty, but you knew that within the hour, it would become crowded with people coming in to snag the latest products and said sunshine would become cut up by countless moving bodies.

Many people of which you recognized from your own years at Hogwarts. They'd pick up products to send to their younger siblings, or even to use on themselves when they're not feeling up to going in to work. Who could really blame them?

You scanned the shelves as you did every morning, making sure every product was in its rightful place and nothing was out of order. Your usual job, yes, but it never got boring. Even after months of working here, you still found products that you felt you had never seen before. You often wondered if the twins ever just came up with things overnight and decided to sell them the next day.

"We're good to open," you shouted out, hoping your voice would reach all the way up to where Fred and George were doing whatever it was they were doing on the top floor.

"You can go get yourself breakfast if you'd like," George's head peeped over the railing, looking down at you with a wide smile. Even from this distance, you could see the yellow waistcoat he was wearing under his dark blazer. Of course, he'd be matching the sunshine.

"Want anything?" you asked back, walking towards the little closet where your coat was sitting. It was spring, but definitely not warm enough to walk around outdoors without a jacket. Not just yet.

Fred's head appeared next to his brother's, "Just a coffee for me, thanks."

"I'm alright," George replied, "Only thing I'd want is you."

You rolled your eyes, the fluttery feeling going off in your chest at his words. His shameless flirting, no matter how often you received it, always caused your entire body to ignite and your skin to become incredibly warm.

Damn George Weasley and his charm.

"Sorry, Georgie," you made your way to the door, "I'm not on the menu."

You heard Fred's unmistakable laugh as you exited the store, grinning to yourself for two reasons; because of George's compliment, and because of the contagious laughter that echoed in your mind even after you were out of there.

You couldn't deny George was quite the charmer. He really was irresistible in every sense of the word. How you managed to work at the store for months without pouncing, you couldn't even say. But lately, it had been getting harder and harder to keep away from him. He would throw effortless compliments your way and cause you to dwell on them for the rest of the day, often thinking about them well into the night and causing you to toss and turn in bed as you analyzed every flirtatious word he threw your way.

You didn't even know if he meant them or if it was just all a part of his handsome act. Either way, there was no denying the way you felt at his words, and you only wished that there was a way you could get back at him.

That, you reminded yourself, was a plan that was still a work in progress.

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"Thank you, and have a lovely day," you flashed a smile to another customer, a large bag of goodies in her hand as she bid you a good day as well. The store was already in a comfortable bustle, people filling little baskets and laughing as they eyed the endless shelves.