Harry Potter Imagines ⚠️Includes Smut⚠️

George Blurb #1

Summary- You and George help a first year  who stumbled into a Gryffindor party

A/n- Just thought about this randomly, so here you are :)

Also, in this, Fred is a drunk playboy and George is responsible :) (But what's new?🤣)

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"You sure you don't want a drink, Y/n?" Fred asked you while pouring himself more fire whiskey. "Stop trying to get my girlfriend drunk, Fred, she's fine," George told him and hit his brother over the head.

"Ow! I was just asking her, geez," Fred exclaimed and chugged down his fire whiskey. George just rolled his eyes as he watched his twin walk up to a girl to start dancing with her.

"What if I wanted a drink?" you pouted and looked toward the table of alcohol. "Because I know you better than anyone else in this room, and I know that you don't like fire whiskey because you think it tastes like soap," George told you and took a sip of his drink.

"Aww! You do know me!" you exclaimed dramatically, draping your arms around George's neck and giving him a kiss on the cheek. He just chuckled and gave you a kiss on your temple.

About an hour later, Fred had gone who knows where with a girl and everyone was completely wasted, well, except for you and George of course. George was only a little tipsy, meaning you two could have an actual conversation unlike all of the other couples who could barely form coherent sentences while making out.

You were just resting your head in George's lap, his hand stroking your thigh while you two just talked like there wasn't a party with 45 drunk teenagers going on.

"George," you said suddenly in the middle of your conversation, trying to focus your eyes on something that looked very tiny, too tiny to be at a party.

"What?" George questioned, "Is that a first year?" you asked and pointed to the tiny figure. George looked in the direction you pointed and squinted his eyes, confirming that there was, in fact, a first year at a 6th and 7th year ONLY party.

"Yeah," he said and stood up, helping you off the couch, "What's a first year doing down here?".

You both walked up to the little boy, he looked rather terrified and was clutching onto the blanket that was wrapped around him tightly.

"Hey little guy, what are you doing down here?" you asked the boy sweetly and kneeled down to his level. He looked rather young to be a first year, but maybe it was just his cute-little-chubby-baby-face that made it seem that way.

"I-I heard a lot of noise downstairs so I came down to see what was going on and- what are they doing?!" the kid gasped and pointed behind you. Your head snapped around to see two people making out on the couch that you and George were just sitting on, beginning to undress to do you-know-what.

"O-Oh my Godric," George panicked and stood in the way of the kid's view of the couch, "Why don't you head back upstairs?" George said shakily, wincing when he heard the girl moan from behind him.

The boy nodded and looked at his surroundings one more time before quickly scurrying up the stairs to his dorm. You and George both looked at each other wide-eyed, trying to ignore the couple having sex behind you and the fact that an 11-year-old almost just witnessed that.

"Liam!" the girl moaned from behind you both.

"Oh my, alright I'm done," you said and quickly covered your ears. "Me too," George laughed, doing the same as you, "Night princess.".

He gave you a small peck, hands still over his ears, and quickly hurried up the stairs. "Night!" you called out to him over the loud music.

Thank Godric you both saw that boy or he would have been scarred for life.