Weasley Twin Imagines

Love is All You Need // G.W.

Warnings: mentions of an argument, mentions of arranged marriages, but it really is a load of fluff.

Word count: 1.8k

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You aren't sure how often you've knocked on his door; raised your fist and brayed it against the fading red paint that George always promises he'll paint over but never does.

It's no different now as you stand before his door, knocking three times before taking a step back. You glance on either side of you; biting your lip, second-guessing your decision to come here instead of blowing off steam another way.

"(Y/N)?" George greets; opening the door to your harried state, "What's wrong?"

You blink away the fresh wave of tears; you thought you had cried yourself dry but the familiar burn in the back of your throat proves otherwise. "Can I come in?" You whisper; pointing into the flat he shares with his twin.

George nods; standing aside to let you enter. He won't outrightly tell you that he's worried; he's sure you already know.

"I'm sorry for just showing up," You mutter; looking down at your hands, shuffling from side to side.

George waves away your apology after shutting the door, "Don't be. You're always welcome here."

You nod your head; throwing yourself onto his couch dramatically only to sit up immediately when you realise the lack of presence of his twin. "Where's Fred?" You ask.

"At Angelina's," George calls, heading to the small kitchen, "Do you want some tea?"

"Love some." You shout back over the sound of now heating kettle.

George leaves the kitchen; letting the kettle boil. He leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed. With a soft expression on his face, he asks, "What's wrong?"

You raise an eyebrow, "What makes you think something is wrong?"

George scoffs, "Come on now, love. I've known you since Third Year, I know when something is bothering you."

You sigh heavily, "It's my parents."

"What happened?"

You go to open your mouth, but you're interrupted by the kettle beginning to whistle. George holds up a single finger; telling you to hold that thought as he makes the tea. He's back in no time, however – handing you your mug before settling on the couch next to you.

With a nod of his head, George tells you to continue.

"I know they mean well, and I know they want the best for me but..." You trail off; feeling that all too familiar lump start to form in your throat.

"But?" George prompts after a moment of silence.

"But I just wish they would stop pushing."

"On what?"

You throw your arms out wide; almost spilling your tea, "On everything! They've never been happy with the fact that I chose to become a professor instead of working in the ministry. They never accepted the fact that I was sorted into Gryffindor and not Slytherin like the both of them. To top it all off, they hate the fact they can't control me."

George chuckles lightly; placing a hand on your knee, "Love, tell me something I don't already know."

You glare at him, "That's not the worst part."

"What is?"

Tears build in your eyes; lining them with silver, "They want me to marry," You rush out in hushed tones.