george weasley one shots

3.

y/n slowly opened her eyes at the sun hitting them, her head throbbing and her whole body sore. Her eyes squinted, and she looked around the room, quickly realizing she wasn't in her room. Something squeezed around her waist, and she slowly turned her head to the fire hair she knew all too well. Her mind started to race to try to piece together what had happened the night before to leave her naked in George Fabin Weasleys bed.

Before she could do anything, she heard footsteps coming to the room. She threw the covers over her head, hiding in George's arms.

"Georgie, you up yet?" It was Fred. He walked into the room feeling on top of the world after coming from Angela's room after spending the night there. Fred looked over to George's bed, seeing he wasn't alone or awake for that matter. He chuckled to himself and made a mental note to bug his twin brother about this for the weeks to come.

Fred left the room snickering to himself. y/n peaked over the covers making sure they were again alone in the room. She very carefully pulled herself out of his arms and started to search for her clothes but couldn't find anything.

So the first thing that came to her delirious mind was to take George's clothes. So she went to his dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers, sweats, and a sweater. She threw it on and ran out of the room full of shame.

Once she made it to the standard room, she was faced with a group of friends who immediately started laughing at her.

"What!" y/n's cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"So you were the special girl in my dear brother's bed this morning." Fred stood up, resting his arm on a chair.

"No, I was not!" Yes, she was. "In case you were wondering, I was in a certain Scottish quidditch player's bed." Right as she said that, Oliver turned around in his chair.

"Sorry to tell you, dearie, but it was unfortunately not mine. I would have to agree with Fred here, though, due to the large 'G' on your sweater there." y/n looked down at the sweater, and there was an orange knitted lettering 'G.'

"Uh, well!" She now had no excuse. "I'm going upstairs!" And that's what she did—bolting up the stairs to her room to have a proper freak-out.

That's right when George walked down. "What'd I miss?" Everyone in the standard room looked around and started laughing till their lungs hurt as George looked at them, not knowing what was happening.

"Did I miss something?" He asked as the laughing calmed down.

"Remington, eh?" Fred asked as he walked over to his brother.

"What about her? I haven't seen her since last night." He tracked his steps from the night before, things flashing before her eyes.

"Well, she just came down from your room, mate." Fred said with extra flare on the 'mate' bit.

"y/n was in MY ROOM, AND I DON'T EVEN REMEMBER IT? I gotta go find her!" That's when all the memories hit him like a brick—wall, more like pebbles slowly showing him a glimpse of the night before.

"Oh, you messed up this time, my friend."