Harry Potter x Reader Oneshots!

Brutal - George

Despite my greatest efforts, my eyes kept trailing across the Great Hall to the Gryffindor table, where my ex, Fred Weasley sat with his new girl, Angelina Johnson.

He said something, and she laughed, bending over the table, grinning brilliantly. 

I physically cringed, and it felt as if Fred knew I was watching. 

The most difficult part of our breakup, besides the part when I found out he cheated on me, was that I actually liked Angelina. She was funny, and kind, and I was 99% sure that she hadn't known Fred and I were dating. 

I sighed dejectedly, and got up from the Hufflepuff table, catching my best friend Cedric's eye. 

He gave me a sympathetic smile, and I shrugged back, making my way out of the Great Hall. 

I reached into my pocket, and pulled an apple into the palm of my hand. 

I was just biting into it, savoring the satisfying crunch of the skin and the sweet meat of the fruit, when I crashed spectacularly into someone bounding around the corner. 

 "Oh, I'm sorry," they said, reaching out a hand to help me up. 

 "It was my bad, I wasn't looking..." I trailed off, standing up on my own. 

 "Hi," said George Weasley sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. 

I felt my face fall, and I attempted to school my expression into one of a calm, mentally stable teenage girl, not a sweaty, heartbroken one. 

 "Hi George," I said, plastering a fake smile across my face. 

 "How are you doing Y/n?" he asked softly. 

I hated this about him. How nice he was, how he, and everybody else at Hogwarts seemed to know about me and Fred. But I especially hated that he was there when I found out. He knew the whole time, and he didn't do anything about it.  

 "How do you think, George?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest. 

 "Um, well, I-" he stuttered, blushing red. 

 "I thought we were friends, George. I really did. But a friend wouldn't let another friend go through something so brutal as what your twin did to me," I told him, brushing down the hallway when he failed to respond. 

I didn't look back. 

A week later

I jogged from the Great Hall, lungs heaving, constantly situating my straining book bag on my shoulder. 

Right as I was rounding the corner to head to Transfiguration, I banged into someone, knocking myself down on my ass. 

 "Dammit," I groaned. 

 "Sorry mate!" said Fred, bounding past, not even bothering to help me up. 

 "Bloody bastard," I mumbled, struggling to my feet. 

 "Sorry Y/n," said George, who appeared to be trailing after his twin. 

 "I'm alright, thanks Weasley," I said. 

 "How're you doing?" he asked. Apparently we were going to have a conversation. 

 "Great, thanks. Hope you're doing the same. Sorry, but I've really got to rush. I'm late for Transfiguration," I told him. 

 "Let me walk you there," he said. 

I pressed my mouth into a thin line, hoping that my exasperation didn't show. 

 "Thanks," I said, as he led the way down the hallway at a much slower pace than mine. 

 "Listen Y/n," he said after a few beats of silence. 

 "I've been thinking about what you said a couple days ago. And I wanted to apologize. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. All the while, I knew I should, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it," he said, frowning at his feet. 

 "Go on," I encouraged him. I wanted to hear what he had to say, even if I was pretty sure they were excuses. 

 "The reason I didn't tell you, was because I wanted you to hate him. I wanted you to realize what a jerk he is, and I wanted you to realize... that I was better," he said, seeming to shrink in on himself. 

 "What are you on about George?" I asked. Things were becoming a bit clearer, but I wanted to be sure before I said anything. 

 "I like you, Y/n. Really and truly. Way before Fred ever did. And I never got to tell you. So I let my brother cheat, and I didn't say anything, because I was hoping he'd chase you right into my arms," he said. 

I shook my head, surprised. Whatever excuse I had been expecting, it certainly wasn't anything like this. And I wasn't so sure this was an excuse. 

 "George, I-" I began, before promptly tripping over a loose cobblestone. 

I yelped as George's arms swooped around my waist, pulling me into his chest and rescuing me from an embarrassing encounter with the floor. 

 He blushed profusely as I turned, eyes wide with shock. 

 "Sorry," he said. 

 "Well," I giggled, surprising him, "It looks like your plan worked," I looped my arms around his neck, balancing us out. 

He chuckled a bit himself. 

 "It looks like it," he said. 

We stood there for a moment, holding onto each other before George opened his mouth again. 

 "Can I kiss you?" he whispered. 

 "Yeah," I whispered back.

He pressed his lips softly to mine. The kiss was short, and sweet, and George's mouth was sulky and soft against mine. 

He pulled away, cheeks tinged pink, mouth agape. 

 "George?" I said, trying to shake him out of his state. 

 "Yeah?" he asked, seeming a bit giddy. 

 "I think I like you too," I said, pulling him in close. 

Ok, so I think this one is kinda cheesy, but I like it! George is my favorite twin, I just love him so much. He's such a teddy bear<3