𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

cupid's bow & arrow (g.w)

Mischief in the library leads George to a fate encounter with the girl of his dreams.

Warnings: George being a flirt

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: would you believe I started this in february? let's ignore the fact that this was meant for valentine's day lol. enjoy!

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George exhaled a dramatic sigh, checking the time on his wrist.  According to Hermione, there was no better way to spend a Saturday afternoon.  Even when the sun was beaming down on the black lake or when snow covered the castle grounds, she would opt to finish her three-foot essay.  Of course, that was the right thing to do.  But when did Fred and George ever do anything the right way?

"He should be here any minute now," Fred muttered, perched behind one of the library's many bookshelves.

They had taken Hermione's advice: a day in the library sounded like fun — especially when Hogsmeade would be filled to the brim with love-sick fools.  Yes, it was Valentine's Day, the one day a year that gave Hogwarts students an excuse to cuddle up in Madam Puddifoots and snog over a cup of tea.  But the twins didn't pay this much attention.  Instead, they found themselves in the library waiting for Filch to storm through the entrance.

George couldn't help but wonder if the old squib had even received their letter.  It was rather difficult to deliver, considering that Mrs. Norris attempted to kill Errol the owl, but they got the job done. They even made sure it was written in an obnoxious hot pink, seemingly mailed by the toad herself.

Just as they had hoped, Filch burst through the library doors.  He looked at Madam Pince, forcing an ugly smile when she warned him to keep it down.  George stifled a laugh, watching as he strolled around the room looking for Umbridge.

"This is going to be good," George smirked.

Soon enough, Filch rounded the bend, tripping over a large pile of books before landing face-first in a caldron of troll dung.

In a fit of laughter, Fred and George sprinted down the corridor, narrowly escaping Mrs. Norris when her evil face popped out from between a stack of books.

George paused by a secluded bookcase, taking a moment to catch his breath.  He took a look around, spotting Fred as he rushed towards the exit. 

With a huff, George crept towards the end of the aisle. He peeked his head down the corridor, looking left then right in search of Filch and his filthy cat. Only, he stopped in his tracks at the sight before him.

At an empty table sat Y/N Y/L/N — the most beautiful girl in seventh year, according to George Weasley.

You abandoned your blue robes today, sitting comfortably in the corner with a book in hand. George wondered why you were all alone.

"George!" Fred whisper-shouted.  "What are you doing?"

George turned back to you, his eyes softening as your delicate fingers tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Go on without me," George mumbled. "I've got to find a book for my Transfiguration essay."

Fred scoffed, saluting his deluded twin as he sped through the doors of the library.

Without looking, George plucked a random book from the shelf before taking the seat across from you.

You peered up at him above your book, sending him a shy smile.