The Other Granger (George Weasley x Reader)

Twin Mischief (Year 5)

Y/n was coming back from a meeting with Professor Trelawney in the Divination classroom. They had been discussing her visions and how to enhance the details in them once again. With the teacher's help she was able to be more in control of her visions instead of them controlling her.

It felt like looking at life through blurry eyes then putting on glasses for the first time.

In all aspects it had been a good meeting and a good day, but she just couldn't get that damned rat out of her head.

There was just something sinister about it. She couldn't put her finger on it, but it made an uneasy feeling settle deep in her stomach that stole her attention away from anything else.

Y/n was quietly reflecting on it as she walked back from the North Tower. The quiet padding of her feet against the old stony floors were background music to her thoughts. Her mind was a whirlwind of Professor Lupin, the strange visions she'd had, Sirius Black, and how in Rowena's name this year would turn out when loud footsteps caught her attention.

The sudden clomps that echoed in the hallway made her ears prick up and her head whip around, but not fast enough to see the twins sprinting full speed down the hallway and move out of the way. Instead they met in a collision just like the one they met with first that sent both people spinning.

A small yelp tumbled from Y/n's lips when the wind was knocked out of her faster than she could register what was happening. Her hair fell into her face and her Ravenclaw blue scarf fell off her neck.

"Woah-" George yelled in surprise as his hands instinctively shot out to catch the person.

His large hands wrapped around the gentle slope of her waist and rested on the small of her back. The veins and muscles in his arms flexed subtly in his rolled up uniform sleeves as he pulled her into himself to keep her from falling on the floor. Y/n flailed towards the ground while one of her hands clutched onto his broad shoulder as her other arm instinctively wound around his neck. However, instead of landing on the cold stone of the hallway Y/n landed in the stranger's arms.

She looked up at her savior only to find a pair of dark brown eyes looking back at her. The familiar color set her pulse thrumming and the touch of fondness and concern in the chocolatey hues made her heart leap into her throat.

When she was this close to him she could count every eyelash, every fleck of gold hidden in the depth of brown, and every freckle no matter how faint that painted his face.

"I'm so sorry-" George started to apologize frantically, his warm breath fanning against her face that was remarkably close to his before he helped her back to her feet.

Y/n opened her mouth to reply, but before she could more footsteps were heard in the hallway and an angry yell from none other than Marcus Flint could be distantly heard.

"Come on! We've got to go!" Fred reminds George, starting to take off into a sprint down the hallway again with Lee.

Y/n can barely process what was happening before George was running after Fred and taking Y/n by his hand with him. Wind flew through her hair and her feet stomped on the ground in time with both of the twins. A surprised laugh escapes from her lips as she looks over her shoulder to see a furious Marcus Flint just rounding the corner of the hallway with bright blue hair and spots on his skin.

"I assume you're responsible for Flint's appearance?" She yells the question at George with an amused smile, raising her voice to be heard over their thundering footsteps.

"Maybe." George shouted back with a mischievous wink before continuing to look straight ahead and run for his life.

He didn't plan on telling her the full truth about why they'd pranked Flint this time. Not when the truth was that Marcus Flint had made a crude comment about her that made him so livid his twin brother had to hold him back from punching the boy. The only solace to George had been their prank on him and seeing his face turn red with anger and horror. Though, he still would've insisted to Fred that his fists would provide a better, far more satisfying lesson.