Weasley Twins One Shots [x Reader]

George Weasley

Title: Baby, You're Out of This World

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Summary: George's Muggle-Born girlfriend tells him all about alien conspiracy theories late one night in the Gryffindor common room after a party

Word Count: 2k

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The Gryffindor Quidditch team had beat Slytherin, which called for a celebration. Anything that led to the Slytherins trudging back to the dungeons sulking in disappointment and sneering in anger was more than enough reason to sneak butterbeer and firewhiskey into the Gryffindor common room. But a win for the Gryffindors that boosted the team into having a great chance at winning the Quidditch Cup? Well that's even more reason for a smashing party.

For one, Oliver Wood, Gryffindor's captain clearly agreed with your sentiments. As you were laying against your boyfriend, George Weasley's chest on one of the plush leather sofas, you could see the Quidditch captain laid haphazardly on the loveseat opposite of you. It was quite comical, actually. Oliver Wood was laying face down with his right arm and leg thrown off the couch while his head was smashed into the armrest in a position that couldn't possibly be comfortable. Everyone was amused at the typically high-strung Quidditch captain's drunken state, but no other than Fred Weasley was more amused. You say amused, but it rather looked more like he had been struck with glee at the sight.

"Merlin!" Fred shouted, mouth agape and pointing at the Quidditch captain passed out on one of the leather couches. "Wood's drunk as a bloody skunk!"

From where you laid on the sofa opposite of the very wasted Oliver Wood, you could hear Angelina's annoyance at Fred's remark. "Oh! Come off it, would you? He was drinking away all the stress that was riding on this game. Nothing wrong with that!"

Fred let out a bellowing laugh. "If that's his idea of stress relief he'll end up an alcoholic in five years time!" Angelina, was not amused. Rolling her eyes she began picking up stray cups with the help of Alicia and Katie. "Aren't you going to help?" she barked at him, clearly annoyed at him. And no, it wasn't purely because of him not picking up plastic cups. You've known Angelina and Fred all your years at Hogwarts and one thing was plain as day– they were both mad for each other. After the Yule Ball, she expected Fred to ask her out and when he didn't she thought he didn't feel about her that way. Friends don't leave the Yule Ball early and snog is what you told her when she confided in you. But she wasn't willing to make the first move in fear that he would say no. However, now in your last year at Hogwarts you could tell your friend was losing her patience. This resulted in her being annoyed at nearly everything Fred did.

"Alright, alright," Angelina shouted. "I'm off to bed. It's nearly 3 in the morning and we don't need McGonagall having our heads." She had a decent point. Gryffindor's head of house had no tolerance for loud victory parties that always went late into the night, even if she was ecstatic for the win against Slytherin.

Angelina let out a huff at Fred's plain expression at her frustration and promptly left the common room to go up to the girl's dormitories. You were certain you'd be hearing an earful about your boyfriend's twin if you went up now, so you would gladly stay on the couch with George for a little while longer. You were sure Angelina could wait until breakfast to tell you how much of a git Fred was, which you'd have to agree but would add he's a love-able git. After all, she did like him for some reason. His ability to read the room not one of them.

"Oi!" Fred whisper shouted. "What's got her wand in a knot?"

Turning your head to look up at George, you shared a knowing look. Unfortunately, you and George had been on the receiving end of the fruitless pining between Fred and Angelina. Your shared love of the two besides, it was growing tiresome. Angelina refused to to say anything to Fred and Fred was utterly clueless.