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George Weasley Imagine

Financial Advisor

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George Weasley Imagine

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George Weasley Imagine

You sighed and adjusted your book bag on your shoulders before walking through the door. All eyes were on you, shocked. You were never late, and the one time you were, it was to potions class. "Miss Y/L/N, amazing that you bothered to show up. Detention, stay after class and take a seat." You sighed and looked around, the only seat was next to a certain fiery red-haired boy. You recognized him as one of the Weasley twins, and identified him as George. You slid into the seat and stared at the board.

"Now, class, take out your quills and begin copying the work on the board." Everyone in the room let out a small sigh, and you reached into your bag at the same time as your deskmate. You looked up after you had your quill, only to see his face no more than an inch apart from yours. You stared at him, eyes wide, for what seemed like hours. He snapped out of it first and jerked up, followed by you. "Sorry!" You both nearly shouted, earning a glare from professor Snape. "Detentions for the both of you!" You sighed and turned back to your work, a niggling sensation in the back of your head warning you that this wasn't over.

It had been days since the incident, and you were certain he had forgotten about it entirely. You, on the other hand, just couldn't shake it. You couldn't stop thinking about his eyes, they were absolutely sparkling and alive, and he couldn't interest you more. You were walking in the corridor, and the twins were standing, trying to sell their vile candies to unsuspecting pranksters in training. You realized that the thoughts wouldn't go away unless you faced your nerves, proved to yourself that nothing would ever happen. You took a deep breath and walked over to them.

"Any puking pastels?" Fred grinned at you. "How many would you like?" You fixed your gaze on George, who was looking back at you. "I'll take a dozen."
"That'll be one Galleon, pretty miss." You nodded and handed him the coin. "Why so cheap?" he shrugged. "Well, we are starting a business, so the profit rate it low." You nodded. "If it keeps drumming up, keep adding sickles. I'm Y/N Y/L/N."

"It's a pleasure." You took the wrapped package. "The pleasure's mine, Fred."
"Actually, i'm-"
"Not fooling me. Goodbye." You walked down the hallway, pastels in hand.

The next day at lunch, Fred and George sat on either side of you. "Hello, Y/N. We've got a proposition for you." You raised a brow. "What are you boys up to?"
"Well, you've two redeeming factors. One, you can tell us apart,"
"Expertly." George added.

"...and two, you seem financially savvy. So we want you to go into business with us."
"Selling pastels in the halls?"
"No no Y/N, we're going global!" You rolled your eyes. "Sure. Why not." They grinned, and George dropped a heavy bag of coins on the table in front of you. "Get to sorting, tax wizard."

A month later

"Y/N! Hey, wait up!" You turned and allowed George to catch up with you. "I already dropped it off with Fred." He shook his head, breathing heavy. "No, I want to talk to you." You shrugged and resumed walking, him hot on your heels. "You shouldn't be out, you should be at the shop." He shrugged. "I wanted to ask you something."
"Then ask you shall."

"What made you talk to us that day?"
"Hmm? I wanted some Pastels, of course."
"No you didn't." He stopped you. "You were looking at me. You still do it sometimes, like you're looking and thinking about something else." You flushed and stared down at your shoes. "Well, I find myself looking and thinking about something else too." You looked up, surprised. "Potions class. When you had to sit by me, and we were this close." He leaned in, and you could feel his hot breath on your face, complimenting the cold. His breath smelled distinctly of cinnamon.

"I was always thinking about what it would be like if you had leaned in a little more." You stared at him for a moment, and then closed the distance between your faces. It was quick, and awkward, and it still lived up to every expectation you had whenever you looked at him and thought about what would have happened if he had leaned in just a little more.

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