Very Random One Shots

George Weasley (27)

I flew around in my Patronus form making sure everyone was safe. It was hard because there were so many death eaters in the sky.

I was able to save Hedwig and a few of our people in the sky.

When I got to George and Remus though a spell was going to George and I flew in front of the spell. It had been fired by Snape.

When it happened I don't know what happened.

I felt large and deep lacerations begin to fill my skin. The spell must have not hit me completely because I wasn't dying.

I turned out of my Patronus and began to fall from the sky.

"Remus! Y/n is falling!" I heard George scream.

All of a sudden I stopped falling and I was on a broom. I felt George's tight grip on my arms to keep me from falling.

Remus apparated us to a different place as quick as he could. When we landed, George helped me off the broom and Remus got rid of the broom.

Remus out my other arm around his shoulder and apparated us to the Weasley's burrow. They helped my limp body into the burrow and Molly came out to see what happened. Hagrid and Harry came out with Molly. They must have been the first ones back.

She looked at me worried.

"What happened?" Molly asked as Remus and George rushed me into the house.

"Someone shot a dark curse our way, she got in the way so it didn't hit George," Remus responded as the two placed me on the couch.

"She saved my life," George told his mother.

I was having trouble keeping my eyes open as George kneeled down in front of me.

"Is she going to be ok?" Molly asked as she pushed my hair out of my face.

"She should be. Whatever the spell was she wasn't hit with the entire thing," Remus said.

All of a sudden more people began to apparate outside. Molly and Remus ran outside while George stayed inside with me.

"You're a real idiot, you know that right?" George said to me.

"I'm your idiot," I said with what I assume was a bloody smile because I could taste blood in my mouth.

George, Fred, and I had been friends since our first year. I would always help them with their pranks. George and I had been dating for about a year, the Weasleys were the family I had always wanted.

"Are you ok?" He asked me.

"Just a few cuts here and there," I said sarcastically with a smile

"I really don't understand how you can be making jokes right now," George said with a weak smile.

"I got it from somewhere," I said smiling.

All of a sudden Fred rushed into the burrow and his face dropped. Arthur came in right behind him.

Fred kneeled down next to George and soon the whole room was filled by our group.

"I can't believe you," Fred said.

"I was in need of a new look anyways," I said with a smirk.

"She hasn't stopped joking around since we got her on the couch," George told Fred as the group behind them started talking about what had just happened.

"That's our girl," Fred said as he raised his hand to pat my shoulder.

"I swear to Merlin if you pat my shoulder I'm going to kill you," I said raising my hand to stop his.

"Oh yeah," he said putting his hand back down.

"Well, I'll leave you two to talk," Fred said as he winked and harshly patted his brother's back.

George winced in pain making me chuckle a little.

"That's your fault, the more he waited the stronger that slap was going to be," George said as he rubbed his back in pain.

"Pretty sure that's a first world problem compared to what I'm going through," I said making George laugh.

"Yes! You finally laughed!" I cheered victoriously.

"You've definitely lost too much blood," George said as he played with my hair.

"You're clearly just no fun," I said as I stopped his hand and held it.

George got up and let go of my hand to talk to his mom.

"Mum, I'm going to take her up and bandage her wounds," George told Molly.

"Ok dear," Molly said with a warm smile.

George came back to me and slowly helped my off the couch. He led me up the stairs to his and Fred's room.

He sat me on his bed while he got the bandages.

He started with the cut on my face that started at my eyebrow, went down my nose and ended at my right cheek. He then took me to the bathroom to do the lacerations on my stomach and chest.

He closed and locked the door behind us as I took off my shirt. He turned around to me and stopped for a minute. His look saddened.

"Oh no," I said.

"What?" He asked confused.

"Don't give me that look," I said.

"What do you mean?" He asked me.

"That pity look. God it was awful," I said.

"I know, I just fe—," he started

"George there's nothing you could have done," I said as he began to bandage my chest and stomach.

When he finished he looked at me with a smile.

"Are you proud with your work?" I asked him.

"Definitely," he said.

"Can I wear your sweater?" I asked with a smile.

"Of course," he said before kissing my forehead.

He quickly got his recent sweater given to him by Molly and gave it to me. I think he grabbed the recent one because it was so obviously his. One because of the G and two because of how big it was on me.

After I put it on George engulfed me in a soft hug and I rested my head on his chest. I yawned softly as he rubbed my back.

"Protecting people is tiring," I told him.

He chuckled.

I pushed my arms up.

"Another laugh," I cheered again.

I wrapped my arms around his neck then looked up to him. His lips softly met my and we kissed.

When we finished I got into his bed and immediately passed out. I could feel him get in bed too and wrap his arm around my waist.