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

tattoo's and nightmares

I scream, breathing heavy as I fly into a sitting position in my bed. I start to cry, I stand up quickly and run to the fireplace. I take a deep breath, "Weasley's Wizard Wheezes." I shoot out, throwing the powder down and hoping that came out clear.

Their floo has always been open to me and this is the fourth time I've come at midnight. I stumble into the dark and notice of course their office is open. Office meaning, ideas of products strewn about the room.

I stand in the doorway, anxiety putting a deep frown on my face as tears still continue to fall. Fred is snoring on their couch and George is concentrated on some new idea. "George." I say quietly and it cracks and gurgles.

His head shoots up in surprise, before he calms, realizing. He already knows as his eyebrows furrow and he stands. George places a blanket on his brother, before turning off the light and coming over to me.

"I miss her." I whisper to him, pulling the blanket tighter around me. We lay in his bed, facing eachother.

He takes my hand, "I know."

"I miss everyone." Tears fall again and he pulls me against him, holding on until I fall asleep.

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I look down at the bustling joke shop beneath me and grin at the twins in their element, the big smiles on their faces. Both look up at me and I wave with a soft smile. They both make hearts with their hands and I roll my eyes, as I walk away I watch Fred grin at George.

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I have a tattoo. George does too. It was 1995 after they played the prank of the century. I snuck out of the castle because they said Oliver Wood would be there, so of course I had to as well.

It was the first time I had fire whiskey and we ran around Diagon Alley like a bunch of teenagers. I don't why the woman thought giving a bunch of teenagers tattoos was a good idea, but it happened.

I don't know how George convinced me to match with him, but he did. That's how I have a magic tattoo of his heart beat on my wrist and mine on his.

When I had got back I had to write lines as punishment and when I showed George he wanted to murder her. Then, he became mad at himself, blaming himself. Finally, he just rubbed that stuff that makes it better on it gently, frowning the whole time.

After, I hugged him tightly, I think it was the first time I ever did. I hadn't thought I'd like it so much and hold on so long.

My students always ask who's it is and I never answer. They ask, is it your boyfriend? Is it your girlfriend? Husband or wife? And I shake my head with a smile saying, "not telling, its nobodies."

And once Dumbledore asked. I had blushed greatly and ran my finger along it and as I did it seemed to beat quicker. "Its- its George Weasley's." I could never lie to Dumbledore, but he just smiles like he already knew the answer.

Sometimes, I have bad dreams about the beat stopping and the line going flat. During the battle, I kept checking it. At one point, my heart dropped because seemed so faint I was lucky to catch it.

I had ran through it all blindly searching for him. That's when I notice the Great Hall. Seeing Fred lying on the floor unconscious made my heart drop. George had walked over to me sobbing, hugging me tight. The only small relief was they said he was still alive.

And that's what brought me here, I ran my fingers along the tattoo and felt nothing. My heart seemed to drop in my chest and I left for the Joke Shop immediately.

Fred was there, working, "where's George?" My breathing is growing erratic and I keep glancing around, hoping he is somewhere.

"Sleeping?" Fred questions, concerned.

I run upstairs and to his room, stopping in my tracks. He's sprawled out on the bed, hair a mess and blanket half off of him. I walk over slowly and gently lay my head on his chest, listening. "What's wrong?" He whispers, voice raspy because he's been sick.

I sit back, breathing heavy, I point at the tattoo rolling my eyes with an annoyed smile. He sits up and takes my hand gently, placing it on his tattoo and taking deep breaths. "Maybe these tattoos weren't the best plan." He smiles a little.

"They were the best idea you ever had." I whisper seriously.

--------what really happened that night in 1995-----------

"Y/N/N!" George grins, cheeks all red and eyes all glossy, already buzzing from happiness and whiskey.

I sigh greatly, legs crossed on the counter, "what Weasley?"

He pours a shot and holds it out to me. I study it, thinking, before shrugging and taking it lightly from his hands. I did three more after that.

We are walking in a crowd down Diagon Alley, I am silently walking close to Oliver when George takes my hand and pulls me next to him. He steers me, the whole group following into the tattoo place.

"George, what are we doing here?" I question, arms crossed.

"To get tattoos of course!" He grins, holding on to my hand.

I give him a look, "George, no."

"C'mon it'll be cool!" He pulls me gently to the side and his face changes. "The war is coming and I always need to know you're okay." I'm guessing it's the alcohol that's making his eyes teary. This is the most serious he's ever been with me.

"What do you mean?"

He looks so scared in this moment, the alcohol must be enhancing his emotions. He drank way too much. "I don't want you to-" he can't finish and I actually think he may cry.

"Okay." I say because I cant that look he has on his face.

I help George to bed, sighing in relief as I finally push him into it. I wipe the sweat off his forehead, "are you going to be okay?" I whisper and he smiles, cupping my cheek with his hand.

"Yeah." He laughs a little and I shake my head, standing up. "I love you." He murmurs.

I look at the door and back at him and down at the bandage on my new tattoo. "I love you, too." I whisper.