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

weasley christmas

"Mrs. Weasley!" I grin and wrap her up in a hug.

"Y/N, how are you? How's work?" I love Mrs. Weasley, she is one of the strongest, most powerful women I know.

I have been coming to the Weasleys for Christmas for seven years now. George takes my coat from me and hangs it up. Mrs. Weasley pulls the twins in for a tight hug.

Mrs. Weasley has been trying for years to get me and one of her boys together. It had started with any and then she realized that apparently it had to be George. I never thought, though, that she would go to this length. I never would have imagined she'd put a boy and girl in the same room, just out of respect to the people being put together. And seperate the twins (Fred seemed all for it though, as did George which seemed a little unsettling). She'd obviously had enough of our shit.

"It's so weird in here." I say, sitting on Fred's old bed.

I watch George flip down on his contentedly, "why do you say that?"

"Without all your guys stuff, like when you started making candies and you had blueprints all over." Quidditch posters and pictures from school still hung on the walls though.

He sits up, smirking, "so you want it messier in here? Because I can make that happen." I roll my eyes, but smile because maybe that is kind of accurate. Their mom has been able to clean up in here without them around to mess it up.

"Shut up, George." I reply with a smile.

He stands up walking towards me, "I think I'll start by messing up Fred's bed." He grins.

"George," I give him warning look, but his fingertips are already poking at my ribs, "George!" I laugh and bounce around and try to get him back.

"What?" He smiles down at me, his hair falling in his eyes. I smile to, before bolting out the door.

I run down the stairs and here him behind me, Fred and Lee guard the door, before I can make it. "Where you off too?" Fred asks.

"Yoh look like you have a dementor on your tail." Lee says, looking around me.

I laugh a little, "he is on a mission." I point back at George now and they both smirk, letting me through and blocking George.

"What's wrong, Georgie? Missing something?" Fred asks calmly.

"She's never gonna love you like this George." Lee smirks, patting his shoulder.

I look between there shoulders with a grin. George crosses his arms, "nobody is ever going to love you looking like that Lee."

Fred grabs Lee's head, hugging it his chest dramatically, "don't talk to him like that, I love him!"

"Fred, dear, if this is you coming out you don't have to do it so loudly." Mrs. Weasley says from the kitchen and all of us except Fred begin an uncontrollable fit of of laughter.

Fred shrugs, "I mean, shes wrong, it would have to be louder."

For five years now, George has had the habit of making my plate for me and by now I just embrace it. Take advantage of it, if you will. Now I notice though, as he seems so focused and careful, he fills my plate perfectly, just how I want it. He cares. Alot.

When he sets my plate down and looks at me to ask if it's okay, I take his hand and smile, nodding. A little bit of red covers his cheeks, "what? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No reason." And for the first time, I make his plate too and he watches, with this confused smile he tries to hide. I already know everything he likes and add a little bit more of the things I like because I always end up eating some off his plate anyways.

Dinner with the extended Weasley family is chaotic to say the least. A lot of shouting, a lot of fighting, a lot of laughter, and two crying babies and I love it. "Aunt Y/N!" Teddy screeches, hair changing color by the second.

"Teddy!" I shout back, leaning forward to look at him down the table.

"Will you and Uncle George play with me after dinner?" He's always grouped me and George and sometimes Fred together ever since he could talk.

"Sure." I reply with a little smile.

"So Y/N," I look over at Harrh now, "I'm doing a guest lecture at Hogwarts this coming month, will I be seeing you?" I smile a little, it's weird seeing him so grown up.

"Yes, that is likely." I reply, not losing my smirk.

"Good because I don't want to go." I laugh a little and Ginny slaps him in the chest.

"Stop it, it's for Mcgonagall." He smiles at her and even though they've been together for so and have helped raise Teddy together, Ginny still tries to hide the redness in her cheeks.

I smile at George, who smirks back, "hey Y/N/N, when are you going on that date with me?" Charlie grins mischievously.

"Hey, I'm waiting on you for the time and place." I answer, with mock seriousness.

"No." George makes sure to butt in quickly and I make sure to roll my eyes at him.

Charlie reaches across the table to flick his little brother in the head, "well why haven't you gotten at it yet? It's been like ten years." Charlie emphasizes.

"Its not my fault!" George defends and I smirk a bit, "she won't say yes!"

"Hey, it's not the right time." I reply calmly.

Bill now speaks up, "that's no longer a valid excuse, you've been using it for six of those years."

"Hah." George says as though that means he's won something.

"Don't forget, I also don't want to." I snap at him.

"You liar!" He shouts, with a smirk.

I glare at him, "I don't want to, never have."

He glares too and that's when I know this is getting too serious, "everybody here knows that's a lie."

"Give me some veritiserum then." I say, still with a glare and hold out my hand, he actually seems a little worried at that.

"Why are Aunt Y/N and Uncle George fighting?" Teddy calls over the chaos, "are they getting a divorce?" Everybody shuts up and looks down at him at that for a moment, before bursting out laughing, all except me.

"Which one of you jerks told him that?" I call out, crossing my arms.

Harry calms a little, before speaking, "nobody, he's always thought that."

I narrow my eyes at him, before looking at a blushing and confused Teddy, "why do you think Uncle George and I are married?"

He sits up now, confidently, "because you act like Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry," he begins, "you hold hands and you cuddle and you laugh at Uncle George's jokes even when they aren't that good."

"Because I have all the good ones," Fred mutters to Lee, who smirks in turn.

"And you both get all red when you're with eachother and you are always together." He finishes with a big proud smile on his face.

I grow red and everybody, including George with a big smirk on his face, looks at me with expectant looks, "so, what?"