Harry Potter Reader-Inserts

George

A/N: Time to mess with your feels >:)

After Fred's death, George was an emotional wreck, his twin, his other half had died. You were at the Burrow sitting in the living room with Molly and the rest of the family except George and were talking about ways to help him get over his loss. "He will never get over it, he lost his other half, we shouldn't push him" you said to the family and they all looked at you with sympathy and sorrow, you were George's girlfriend and the death of his twin had effected him so much he barricaded himself in his and his brothers bedroom and hasn't talked to anybody for weeks. "Let me try and talk to him" you said and the Weasley family looked at you and all nodded.

  

You walked up the stairs and knocked on the door to Fred and George's room. "George?" you gently called out to him, hearing nothing you quietly opened the door to see the twins bunk bed, George's bed made perfectly, like it hasn't been slept in for weeks and a lump on top of Fred's bed. You walked over to the lump on the top bunk and climbed up the small ladder located on the side and peered over the edge and saw a mess of ginger hair and it's owners body racking with silent sobs.

 

You gently placed your hand on George's back making him jump and bury his head under the covers. You climbed up the rest of the way and sat on the edge of the top bunk, gently pulling the blankets back to see George's face. His eyes were red and puffy from the endless amounts of crying, his face was pale and bony it looked like he hadn't eaten for weeks and his hair was unkempt and untidy. "Oh George" you whispered and wiped away the tears that were cascading down his face like a faucet that would never turn off.

 

He grabbed onto your sweater and pulled you into a bone crushing hug and began to wail and cry, you comfortingly patted and rubbed circles in his back to calm him down and let him cry onto your shoulder.

  

"It's all my fault! why did he have to die (Y/N)? why?" he said, his voice cracking with pain, still holding onto you. "No George it wasn't your fault, you didn't do anything" you gently cooed running your fingers through his messy hair. "But I couldn't save him" he said pulling back and looking into your (E/C) eyes. Your eyes began to fill with tears and you cupped your hands on his cheeks and said "nobody could, don't blame yourself George, Fred is looking out for you and he wouldn't want you to grieve for the rest of your life, I know that it's hard for you, you lost your other half, but don't forget that you're not alone. You have me, your mom and dad, Ginny and the rest of your family plus all of your friends who are always there for you" you said tears now running down both of your faces.

  

George pulled you into another hug and said "thank you, you don't know how much that means to me" and nuzzled his face into your shoulder. "Why don't we go down and get something to eat hm?" you asked and brushed his hair out of his face. "I'm not hungry" he said and curled into a ball "how about this? we go and get some food, but you don't have to eat anything you don't want to and nobody is going to force you to eat anything" you said. He looked up at you with teary eyes and nodded. You gently pulled him out of his room and down stairs to the kitchen where the Weasley family was seated getting ready to eat.

 

They looked up at you and him shocked that you were able to get him out of his room. George sat down and you scooted in beside him, holding his hand under the table. The entire time you were eating George never said a word and picked at his food, at least eating some of it but not all. Nobody pushed him or said anything to him, trying not to trigger something that would make him cry or get upset.

  

After dinner George quickly ran up to him room, not saying a word to anyone and leaving you to run after him. "Hey Ginny? Molly? is it alright if I stay with George tonight?" you asked them, one because you were sharing a room with Ginny when you stayed over and two you didn't know how Molly felt about you and George sharing a room. "It's alright dear, and I'm sure Ginny won't mind" said Molly and you quickly ran off to find George.

  

You packed some things before entering George's room seeing him curled up in a ball on his own bed this time. "Hey George?" you said and sat down beside him on his bed placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked over to you and saw your things and raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Is it alright if I stay here tonight?" you asked him and he nodded his head yes. "I'm tired" he said laying his head down on your shoulder and closing his eyes. "How about you go and have a nice warm shower and then go to bed, that helps you get a good nights sleep" you said and he shrugged his shoulders. You began picking out some pajamas for him to wear and other things he might need and he took them and walked out of the room to have a shower.

Time skip~

  

You were reading a book when George came back in the room, his hair still dripping wet with a towel around his neck. "George your hair is still wet" you said with a small giggle and sat him down on his bed and grabbed the towel from around his shoulders and began drying his hair. Once you were done you folded the towel and put it on the nightstand, then you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist and damp hair tickle your neck. "You promise to stay with me?" he asked you, tightening his grip on you afraid to let you go. "Promise" you said and laid down with him, drawing patterns in his back and running your hands through his damp hair.

  

"I love you George" you said and kissed his forehead trying not to wake him up. "Love you too (Y/N)" he mumbled out quietly.