Multifandom One-shots

139. A Mischievous Proposal - George x female reader (Harry Potter)

The bustling noise of the common room did nothing to alleviate Y/N's irritation. She stomped her way through the portrait hole, the laughter of the Weasley twins ringing in her ears. Their mischievous chuckles were a constant, haunting melody that kept her on edge, always expecting the next prank.

Every week brought a new prank, each one more infuriating than the last. The cumulative effect was like adding kindling to a fire, slowly heating her blood until it was boiling.

The first week, a delightful mixture of charmed dungbombs exploded in her bedroom, filling the air with a foul stench that took days to clear. The second week, her favorite quill not only got ruined but also exploded ink all over Professor McGonagall's desk, earning her a stern lecture. The third week, her toothpaste mysteriously turned into marshmallow fluff, making her morning routine a sticky mess.

The fourth week, she opened her Potions textbook to find all the pages replaced with pictures of dancing frogs, which left her flustered and unable to provide the correct ingredient list in Professor Snape's class. He was not amused. The last straw came during the fifth week. In Herbology, her gloves were charmed to sprout flowers, causing her to fumble with her assignments and earn a disapproving look from Professor Sprout.

Her eyes scanned the corridors, looking for any sign of the mischievous redheads. Rounding a corner, she spotted the back of one of them. Narrowing her eyes, she marched up, her anger propelling her forward.

Without a second thought, she grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. "Alright, Weasley, enough is enough!" she snapped, her voice sharp with frustration. "This has to stop!"

George looked down at her, his trademark grin faltering for a moment. "Y/N, what's the matter?" he asked, though the mischievous twinkle in his eye suggested he already knew.

"Don't play dumb with me," she shot back, jabbing a finger into his chest. "The dungbombs, the ink, the marshmallow fluff! And those blasted dancing frogs!"

A flicker of surprise crossed George's face before he laughed. "Oh, those were classics! Come on, you've got to admit they were brilliant."

"Brilliant? Brilliant!" Y/N's voice rose, echoing through the corridor. "They're driving me mad, George. And I know it's you and Fred behind them."

George's grin wavered again, and he held up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. But you have to admit, life would be pretty dull without a bit of mischief."

"Dull?" Y/N's eyes blazed. "You think ruining my assignments, embarrassing me in class, and making me look like a fool is just a bit of fun?"

George's expression softened, the twinkle in his eyes dimming slightly. "We never meant to really upset you. It was all in good fun, Y/N. We thought you'd see the humor in it."

"Humor? There's nothing funny about being the laughingstock of the entire school!" She took a deep breath, trying to calm the fury boiling inside her. "Look, I'll do anything. Just please, stop the pranks."

George's eyes widened in surprise at her plea, before a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes instead. "Anything, you say?" he echoed.

"Yes, anything!" Y/N exclaimed, desperation seeping into her voice.

George leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Alright, here's the deal. Fred and I will stop pranking you... if you go on a date with me."

Y/N blinked, taken aback by the unexpected proposition. "A date? With you?"

George nodded, the mischievous glint never leaving his eyes, while looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Yep. That's the deal. One date, and we'll stop the pranks. What do you say?"