The King Of Hearts (A George Weasley X Reader Story)

long-running hearts

In a quick burst of wind, an arm wrapped around my shoulders, but I remained calm and roll my eyes. "Why have you yet to visit us, L/N?" I sigh and step away to look in the Honeydukes window.

"Maybe because I never planned to George." I give him a look that just seems to give power to his smirk.

He clutches his chest, mock offenses colorfully painting it's way across his face. "You know to visit us everytime you find yourself in Hogsmeade."

I sigh, dramatically, "but then I would be breaking my number one rule, avoid George and Fred Weasley anytime possible." I continue walking towards the Three Broomsticks.

"Y/N, darling, you can't do that to me, my heart is too fragile." He pouts, walking backwards in front of me.

His twin, Fred, now appears next to him, "don't break that Y/N/N he needs it or something." I gently push through them with a placating smile to enter the bar.

"That is the goal." I say as I pass.

The two, of course, join me as I sit at a table with a butterbeer. "C'mon Y/N, you only get around here like three times a month, we miss you." George says as they both lean their heads on their hands and bat their eyelashes.

"It's exactly three times a month, are you keeping tabs on me Weasley?" I ask and he shrugs.

"Sure, come to the shop."

I roll my eyes and stand, "I think I'll take over carriages early."

They both sigh and stand opening their arms, I grumble and give them the hug they are waiting for. "Don't forget to tell the kids about the best joke shop around."

"I'll make sure they avoid it." I answer as I leave.

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"Those twins." I grumble as I come to stand next to headmistress Mcgonagall.

She has that hint of amusement in her eyes, only people that had her as a professor seem to catch. "You have been saying that for years Professor L/N."

I pull my coat tighter around myself, "they are the bane of my existence."

"Professor L/N!" Bellamy ran over her curly hair bouncing, she is one of my fourth year students, "I bought you chocolate!" She grins brightly, shoving it quickly in my hands with red bunched up cheeks. She quickly jumped in a carriage because she knew I would try to stop her.

"Oh- no-" I shake my head and smile a little. "Why do they always do this to me?"

"You're young, they like you." She says with a small smile as she watches the carriage climb it's way back to the castle.

I roll my eyes in a fond, embarrassed manner, "they are gonna kill me."

"Maybe."

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I stretch out on my couch, sighing lightly and look out the big window that was under the Black Lake. I have been the potions master since 2000 and its 2003 now and am the head of Slytherin house. It's kind of weird I graduated and then the war raged and everything broke, but now I am a professor. It's just weird.

And then I think of George. The bane of my being, my reason for ever being annoyed. He's been the same way with me since fourth year. I had a crush on Oliver Wood back then and Fred would tell me it made him jealous. I used to get so frustrated by him, and Fred, but now I don't know, they've become apart of my life. An important part.

"Y/N/N," I jump slightly, before relaxing because I know who's voice it is.

"George-" I start, but he cuts me off and I glance at his fiery head moving in the fireplace.

"Let me in, Y/N/N." He whispers and I can hear the smirk in his voice.

I sigh and sit up to look at him, "you know the rules George and I do not have permission."

"I can't sleep." The amusement left his voice as did his smirk. I frown and furrow my eyebrows thinking, when suddenly he's tumbling in looking disoriented with soot on his shoulder.

"George?" I voice in surprise as I stand to brush the soot away.

He looks around confused, "I don't know, I was just let in."

After a second, I roll my eyes, "Mcgonagall." He smiles softly and sometimes I cant stand to look at that smile because it does get to me a little. I sit back on the couch and he joins me. "What's wrong?" His face screws up and I know he's trying to decide if he wants to joke his way out of it or not. "George," I say, softly.

"I had that dream again, the one about Freddy being gone." He looks away, he doesn't like to talk about sad things because he doesn't like making other people sad.

So, I put on a little smile, even if it hurts me to think about that too. "Except he isn't, George." I glide my hand through his hair and my eyes find the ring on my right hands ring finger. It glistens back at me just a simple gem with a lot of memories. He got it for me in our sixth year, after what happened at the World Cup. He was proposing, I thought it was a joke and threw it in the trash right in front of him, boiling mad.

Fred actually yelled at me, "how could you do that to him?!"

I sink a little at the sight, "what?"

"You broke his heart! He meant it you know? He got all terrified after the attack at the world cup." He slows down and lowers his voice after realizing I didn't get it. "We both know its ridiculous now, but he did mean it and someday he's gonna do it again."

I cried after that, I didn't understand why, but it hurt so bad. So, I found that ring and haven't taken it off since. "I know." He pouts, "but he almost was."

"I know, we just can be happy that he isn't." He sits there for a few minutes and I know he is calming down and processing.

He grins at me now and wiggles his eyebrows, "now for the good part." He leans toward me.

"George!" I stand up and push him into the fireplace. "Never!"

"Liar." He grins, before disappearing.