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Colour Me Surprised | George Weasley x F!Reader

Description : the reader and George are perfect for one another, which complicates things when fates is telling them otherwise

soulmate au in which you only see colour when you meet your soulmate 

Warnings: kinda angsty, arguments (if I've missed anything please tell me so I can add it) 

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"Leave me alone, George!"

The intensity of (Y/N)'s voice sends several younger pupils scattering from the common room before the door has even swung shut behind her and a second voice joins her, just as full of the same sharp anger.

Stumbling in behind her, George reaches for her, fingers curling around her wrist before she can storm up to her dorm. (Y/N) pulls from his grasp with a huffed breath, though his touch has left that warm buzz on her skin as it's prone to do.

"Please," He pants, "Let me talk-"

"No, George," She seethes, "What are you going to say that can justify setting off a portable swamp underneath my date's chair!?"

He grimaces.

"It was only a small one?"

"George!"

Even as the remaining pupils scatter from the common room, no one can blame them. It's cruel in a way really, that the world should throw together two people so perfect for one another, and allow fate to tell them otherwise.

Although, perhaps the whole theory of soulmates is cruel by itself.

It's fine when you're a child, when seeing the world in shades of black and white is normal. When you're so young, colour is just one of the unsolved mysteries brought by youth, like where the moon goes in the morning or why the clouds seem to be in such a hurry to pass us by.

It's growing older that brings that itch, that thirst for colour, the desire to know the different shades of the sky and the pigments of petals so warmly spoken of in stories.

Colour comes with soulmates, it's the rule of life... but life has never been rumoured to be fair.

While a large portion of wizards and witches meet their soulmates when they start Hogwarts, and upon doing so are thrown into a world colour, no longer strangers to the warm oranges of sunshine and the cool greens of the leaves on the trees, many aren't quite so lucky.

It can take years, lifetimes for the truly unlucky, to meet, the person the universe has tied your soul to, the perfect match, the missing piece of an incomplete heart. It's what anyone might look at George Weasley and (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and see... a perfect pair.

In fact it was Fred who first believed so. So excited to introduce them back in third year, so convinced by 'twin's instinct' of their destiny for one another that he practically dragged George to her, only to be sorely disappointed when their faces never brightened with the joy of seeing colour for the first time.

It's left them with only friendship, one strained by the desire for more. Years of getting to know each other, of the quirks and habits so perfect for one another's, has only added to the frustration of being destined for other people.

"It was an accident!"

He falters under her warning gaze.

"Well, kind of- I was planning to prank him anyway." He admits, " I'm very sorry it interfered with your date."

She wishes he were lying, it might make it easier to be this angry at him for it. Though from years of friendship, of wishing for more, she's able to pick out every edge to his voice and there's no lift in his tone where there would be with a lie.