harry potter characters x reader one-shots

banned (g.w.)

⚠️WARNINGS: Malfoy being problematic, mild mature language, hot angry sweaty George (read at your own risk)⚠️

word count: 1592

pairing: george weasley x female!reader (gryffindor & quidditch chaser)

time period: order of the phoenix

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"Well done." (y/n) smiled, wrapping her arms around George's neck. Gryffindor had won the match, and the whole team was cheering.

"It was more you than me, to be fair." George chuckled.

"Well, you saved me from that bludger." she said, pulling away to look at him.

"Couldn't have you getting hurt, now could I?" he smirked.

"Saved Weasley's neck, haven't you?" asked Malfoy snidely. (y/n) and George turned to face him, seeing that he was talking to Harry.

"I've never seen a worse keeper...but then he was born in a bin...did you like my lyrics, Potter?" Malfoy asked, referring to the disrespectful 'Weasley is Our King' verse he'd created.

Harry rolled his eyes and turned back to the other members of the team, who were all still cheering and whooping each other for their victory.

"We wanted to write another couple of verses!" Malfoy called, "But we couldn't find rhymes for fat or ugly - we wanted to sing about his mother, see—"

(y/n) flicked her eyes over to George and saw his jaw clenching and his eyes piercing into Malfoy's head, a hard stare on his features. In an attempt to calm him down, she placed a hand on the back of his shoulder, rubbing her thumb against his quidditch jersey.

He looked down at her and gave her a small smile, making her stomach fill with butterflies. At this point, the rest of the team had quietened down and turned their heads in the direction of the Slytherin boy, rolling their eyes or whispering to each other.

"Talk about sour grapes." Angelina scoffed.

"—we couldn't fit in useless loser either - for his father, you know—" Malfoy continued, and (y/n) saw the anger inside Fred and George rise at an alarming rate. Their faces turning into angry frowns and their fists clenching.

"Leave it!" Angelina told Fred, taking his arm, "He's just sore he lost, the jumped up little—"

"—but you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter? Spend the holidays there and everything, don't you? And you, (l/n)! Cant see how you stand the stink, but I suppose when you've been dragged up by muggles, even the Weasley hovel smells ok—" Malfoy continued, sneering at everyone and looking as punchable as ever.

George looked just about ready to kill the bleach blonde brat, lurching forward only for (y/n) and Harry to grab a hold of his arms.

"No, George!" (y/n) warned. Angelina and Alicia were holding Fred back as well, trying their best to stop him struggling.

(y/n) found herself becoming distracted, however, as her hands gripped George's biceps. He wasn't bulky at all, but he definitely had some muscle, and she began thinking why she'd never noticed it before.

"Or perhaps..." Malfoy said snidely, "...you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter, and Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it—"

Harry let go of George and lunged at Malfoy, pummelling his fist into his stomach. George was too strong for (y/n) to hold on her own, and he broke free from her grip with ease, following in Harry's footsteps and began beating Malfoy up himself.