Weasley Twins One Shots [x Reader]

George Weasley

Title: August

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Summary: After the war, you and George find happiness in your cottage you live in. The used books you collect are a testament of your love to one another.

Word Count: 1.3k

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The sunshine glimmered through the glass of the window as it lit up the quaint living room of the cottage you and George lived in. The gold flecks of the sunshine spread throughout the room as it touched every surface. The books that are worn with age sat on the bookshelf where it would have seemed to the blind eye that they were placed there carelessly. You knew that the placement of your collection of muggle books didn't symbolize a cluttered home but one full of love. The placement of your beloved books, bought at the local used bookstore that a muggle owned, was only one way that George had taught you how to love. Every crevice of your living room displayed the carefree and unapologetic love George had taught you what seems far too long ago when you were but teenagers.

As the sunshine cascaded over anything it could touch, the vibrant hues of a handmade blanket were displayed over your sofa. The purples and orange stripes reflected that warmth of Molly Weasley and served as a reminder with the well-loved blanket being on display. This blanket symbolized the love of your mother-in-law and was often used in the days where you and George would be laid on your small sofa. Everything about the Weasleys from their homemade sweaters to childhood home had affected you beyond compare. It was hardly surprising that this warm kind of love was displayed in every part of your home with George. The life you had with him was so unlike what you had experienced your entire life and yet it made so much more sense. It had been through George that you learned that the grandeur your family had access to didn't necessarily equivocate happiness.

His childhood home was the opposite of what you have been taught what was correct - proper as your mother had said. The Burrow was just as chaotic - and dare you to say - cluttered, as it was loving and exuded a sense of warmth. The sense of warmth that you had immediately experienced as Molly Weasley wrapped you up in a hug as though you were her own was a stark contrast to the home that you have been brought up in. It was through your love of George and witnessing his family interacting that let you see that what you had been brought up on wasn't necessarily the right thing, even if your parents had always told you otherwise. You were able to discern that perhaps they were wrong, after all, as you began spending more and more summers at the Weasley's and with George. Perhaps it could have been this long time period over the summers and holidays that the two of you spent together which ended up being the reason behind the progression of your relationship. Being in love with a poor boy from a family of blood traitors was, of course, not a prospect that pleased your parents. In the end, they gave you an ultimatum: George Weasley - a boy who they claimed could give you nothing in life - or your family. Your answer had both shocked your parents and yourself when you swore you'd never leave George even if hell had frozen over.

It had turned out that hell did not freeze over. George was able to give you what your parents were never able to offer you - happiness. After Hogwarts, you were able to create a new life with George by your side. It wasn't the manor and opulent lifestyle you had been brought up to have but your small cottage offered things that an arranged marriage never could have. Your small cottage glimmered with the elusive ideal of happiness. You had found with George, happiness was never in short supply as his smile set alight a fire that brought you unrivaled joy. It was through the small things in your life with him that gave you riches money can't buy - the way the skin around his eyes crinkle when he smiles broadly, how his hand felt in yours, but most importantly how exceedingly happy he made you.

It was moments like these as you sat on your sofa next to one another with George's head in your lap with his legs splayed out covering the entire piece of furniture. His discarded shoes which were absentmindedly kicked off laid on the wooden floor beside the pair of you tanged on the sofa. Your hands held an old copy of Romeo and Juliet from the bookshop you and George frequented. It was a few weeks ago that you and George had made your Saturday trip to the village to pick up some produce from Muggle farmers for the week that you stopped in the bookshop. The old man who owned it had smiled kindly at you before you began browsing the aisles of old books that before you finger paused at the dark green hardback cover with the words in golden cursive ever so slightly fading 'Romeo and Juliet'. When you picked it up the book's weight felt perfect in your hand and you couldn't bear to put it down. You had known it would be the perfect Sunday morning read for you and George.

It was now, as you laid by George with your head resting against his chest feeling to the steady heartbeat indicating his relaxation that the book you chose weeks ago was finally in your hands as you softly read aloud.

"Turn him into stars and form a constellation in his image." You began as you read in a gentle voice, completely in love with the artful way the author strung together the words. "His face will make the heavens so beautiful that the world will fall in love with the night and forget about the garish sun." A smile slipped onto your features at the words that reminded you of the very person you were leaning onto at this moment. Craning your neck to gaze at George your smile widened into a grin as you found him already looking at you intently with a soft smile stretching across his lips that matched the look in his eyes. Soft and adoring, George looked at you completely, too entranced to look away for even a moment as short as can be.

"What is it?" He murmured softly as his thumb stroked your shoulder every so often, which made you feel the warmth spread throughout your body from his loving touch.

Your cheeks turned a light shade of pink at the question as you knew your answer would only widen his smile. "Reminded me of you is all." You whispered tenderly as you gazed up at him. "That's how I felt when we first met. You were laughing with your brother and I wouldn't have noticed usually, but your laugh caught me off guard. I heard it across the hall and when I heard you laugh, I swear it felt better than the sun on your skin on a warm summer's day." You admitted as you looked at him the softness in your eyes reflecting the way your heart swelled for him.

You were correct when you assumed a grin would spread across George's lips when that very grin grew on his face. He didn't need to say a word before you turned your head away from him as you trained your eyes on the page where you left off reading. "Don't be cheeky." You murmured under your breath as red hues heated up your cheeks that you were thankful George couldn't see. In reality, it was no use if he couldn't see you blushing when he knew you like the back of his hand after all the years you have been together.

George smiled despite the fact you couldn't see him and teased lightly, "I haven't a clue what you're talking about, angel." The way you began to read in a nearly shaky voice wasn't something that failed to reach his attention, but he didn't say a word. Instead, stroking his thumb across your shoulder once more as his features softened again, relaxing to your gentle voice that soothed whatever troubles may have lingered in his mind and relished in the feeling of you in his arms.