Harry Potter One Shots

GeorgeXReader

(Requested by @Ancis93, sorry it took so long!)

(Y/n's P.O.V)

Being raised alongside a twin brother was never going to be easy. We were inseparable for the longest time until our mother decided to separate us. My brother would be groomed to be a Death Eater, and I would be groomed to be the perfect bride.

It was too late by then though between our twin bond and our bond as friends our magical bond became strong. Even after we drifted apart our magical bond never weakened. When I was sorted into Gryffindor and he Slytherin he started icing me out. He hadn't spoken to me unless he had to which didn't happen very often.

Let me tell you a bit about our magical bond though. You know how some twins know what each other are thinking, or some claim to feel each other's pain? Well, we can actually feel each other's pain. As a kid he was very accident prone, when we were eight, he fell off his training broom and scraped his knee on the concrete, I was sat inside reading and all of a sudden, I a gaping wound matching his own appeared on my knee. I felt any injuries he received, and he felt any injury I received.

When we got to Hogwarts, it got worse. He was sorted into Slytherin. He got into fights constantly. Despite being a Gryffindor I tried to avoid fights, yeah, I helped the Weasley twins with pranks, but I did my best to not get hurt.

Fred and George Weasley became my best friends at Hogwarts, it didn't take them long to notice that sometimes I would flinch randomly, grasp wounds that appeared out of nowhere.

They sat with me when my brother broke his leg, in third year. We had been in the middle of setting up a prank when I had suddenly screamed and fallen over in agonizing pain. Our magical bond had been hard on me; my brother was a risk taker even when he knew I was suffering to.

On this occasion I had been sitting with the twins, they were working on prank ideas while I study. All of a sudden, a gash appears on my arm. I immediately grabbed my arm through my robe.

"You good?" George asks sitting next to me as a cradle my injured arm.

"Fine." I say sitting up a little straighter.

"No, you're not! Show me!" He sighs seeing me wince as I grasp my waist this time.

"George! I'm fine really! Just a little scratch! Let's go to Hogsmeade I'm bored!" I jump up off the couch and head out the portrait.

"Y/n!" George calls following after me.

"Come on!" I call back despite the pain I was in.

"Y/n, I think you should go see Madam Pomfrey." He said as he caught up.

"I'm fine!" I wince slightly.

"No, you're not!" He snaps as we walk out into the courtyard.

"George!" Before I can say anything, he grabs my arms turning me to face him.

"You're clearly hurting! Y/n you have to go see Madam Pomfrey!" He gives me a look that says he isn't going to argue with me about this.

"Weasley get your hands off my sister!" My brother called from behind him.

I groan as he approaches.

"Your sister? You've hardly spoken to her in the last five years!" George snapped.

"George just leave him!" I huff.

"No! Your hurting because of him! He knows it hurts you but he still does stupid shit!" George steps closer to my brother.

"George!" I try to pull him back.

"What are you going to do Weasley? You going to hurt me?" My brother teases.

"No, I'm not going risk hurting Y/n! Because I care about her unlike you!" George turns to leave.

Just as we go to leave Y/B/N(Your brother's name) punched George in the face.

"George! Y/B/N! What was that for?" I ask in shock.

"He should learn to mind his own business!" Y/B/N winds his fist back ready to punch George again but with time I move to stand between them.

Y/B/N's punch lands on my jaw. my mouth immediately fills with blood as we both move our hands to our mouths. George immediately runs over to me to check on me. His jaw clenches as he turns to my brother and punches him.

"Ow!" I scream as my brother and my nose breaks.

"Y/N! Omg I'm so sorry! I forgot!" He looked genuinely sorry, but my brother just looked mad.

Y/B/N drew his wand.

"Cruicio!" He yells.

I push George out of the way getting hit by the spell.

"Argh!" I yell as I'm hit by the spell.

As soon as I'm hit by the spell it stops as we both writhe in agony, I fall to my knee before falling forward hitting my head on a rock.

---Couple days later---

I wake to bright lights around me. I quickly close my eyes again. I groan.

"Y/n?" I hear a voice next to me." I open one eye to see who it was and see George sitting next to me.

"George?" I ask.

"I'm here Y/n! Are you okay?" He asks.

"My head hurts but otherwise I'm fine." I wince as I try to sit up.

"Why would you do that? Why did you push me out of the way?" George asks taking my hand.

"Because I couldn't stand seeing someone I care so much about get hurt." I told him honestly.

"I can't stand seeing someone I care so much about in pain either." His hand moves to my cheek.

"George... I love you George." I look away looking at my feet.

"I love you too Y/n" He leans in, but before his lips can meet mine, we are interrupted by a throat clearing.

"Y/n? I know you probably don't want to see me but I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have done anything that put you in danger!" Y/B/N says walking over to wrap his arms around me.

"I don't blame you Y/B/N our family put so many unrealistic expectations on us. I learnt to accept that years ago, now you need to learn that to. Stop allowing them to control your life. You don't have to be like them Y/B/N." I told him as he pulls away.

"I'll try Y/n, but I can't make any promises." He smiles.

"That's all I ask." I say pulling him into another hug.

He soon leaves but George remains by my side.

"You should go get something to eat George." Madam Pomfrey says as she comes out to check on me.

"I'm not going anywhere!" George says taking my hand again.

"Of course not. You haven't left that chair in two days!" Madam Pomfrey huffs checking me over before leaving.

"You haven't left my side in two days?" I ask shocked.

"Um... well no. I wanted to make sure you were okay! You sacrificed yourself for me!" George moved closer.

"Where were we before my brother interrupted?" I ask leaning in.

"Right about here." He leans in to close the distance, pressing his lips against mine in a slow passionate kiss.