Weasley Twins One Shots [x Reader]

George Weasley

Title: Sweet Like Honey

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Summary: George finds a girl in the library one day who has a laugh that is sweeter than honey. He can't believe he never came to the library on Saturdays sooner when he met you.

Word Count: 2k

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For you and George to meet, many unlikely things had to happen. First, it was unlikely that anyone would be at the library on a Saturday. Second, it was very unlikely, that George Weasley would go to the library at all, least of all on a Saturday of all days. Third, it was so absurdly unlikely that he would walk into the furthest corner of the library you were sitting in a cozy nook as you read your favorite book, The Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy, as laughter spilled through your lips. Fourth and lastly, it was nearly impossible let alone unlikely, that circumstances as these led to you going to the Yule Ball with the one and only, George Weasley.

You suppose you should start from the beginning.

It was a chilly fall afternoon that one Saturday that George found you. The air had an air of coldness and there was some frost on the ground in the late morning. With the arrival of students from Durmstrang Institute and Beauxbatons Academy, George had no plans for any pranks this particular Saturday and found himself quite bored. As he sat in the Gryffindor Common Room with Fred and other students who were gossiping or catching up on work, he had an urge he had never felt before at 16 years of his life: George really wanted to take a walk.

Before even realizing that his body was getting up of the cushy armchair, he was already up and mumbling to Fred about going for a walk. 'A walk? Since when do you go on–' It didn't matter what Fred was saying, because George was already out of the Common Room.

Exiting the Common Room after the Fat Lady gave him a few choice words, he thought about going through the grounds, but thought to himself 'No, that's too cold. Just a stroll around the castle will do.' He walked around and as he came to the library, he thought, much to his own surprise, that the library seemed like a great place to go into at that moment.

He walked into the library and was engulfed with the smell of old books and the sound of a few stray students scratching away on parchment and turning the pages of books. He found himself meandering through the shelves and going further into the library. Did the library always go back this far? He had no idea has vast it truly was.

He past one Hermione Granger, so engrossed in a book, that looked as if it went back centuries, that her head was probably close to being sucked into it. With a simple, "Hello, Hermione" her head whipped up so fast with wide eyes, she looked not much different than the way a very surprised cartoon would look.

He was continuously walking further and further into the library when he heard it. A laugh. George was used to hearing laughter, whether it be his own, his twin's, or the many people he had a habit of making laugh daily. But this laugh was different. It wasn't a loud laugh like Fred's and it wasn't a giggle like most girl's seem to have. It was smooth and sweet like honey. He knew with a laugh like that whoever you were would have to be a goddess. Who else could sound that beautiful? He wanted to know who was laughing in the most bewitching way imaginable. And could he make you laugh like you were now?

He turned a corner or two, passing a few older looking bookshelves in the process when he saw you. Delicate, untouched skin with eyes he could swim in that had the appearance of not having woke up too long ago. Your hair was thrown back lazily but he thought it'd be a crime to do anything that wasn't minimal to your appearance. You just didn't need it. Your laughter made you beautiful. The corners of your mouth fell into a graceful smile and the skin around your eyes crinkled.