Harry Potter Imagines and Preferences

Wednesday ~~ George

The lightning and thunder were scaring you, but you didn't have the guts to admit it. You walked out and into the (y/h) common room. As you sat on the couch, everything flashed. A loud, ripping sound emanated through you. Frightened and unaware, you back out of the common room. Trying your hardest not to wake anyone up, you don't want to say the password/answer the riddle. Instead, since you're part of Dumbledore's Army, you hastily make your way to the room of requirement. You only had to evade the sight of Filch once, that's a new record. Slipping into the room, you gasp. Surprise and confusion etched upon the face of your one and only crush. George Weasley stood there, not seemingly noticing you. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbow, his arm is outstretched with his wand poised to cast a spell. Apparently, when you went into the room, all you needed was someone to comfort me. And you had a specific someone in mind. All you wanted to do was practice your spells for DA, but the room of requirements had a different idea.

George's eyes flicked around the room, landing on you, "(y/n), what just happened?"

"I...I am not sure. What's your story, I was coming to practice for DA." you sigh, looking around the room.

It was a light, almost beige, brown. There were two couches and a chair. A striped rug was on the floor. It was an ugly rug, but it was comforting, it looked like the one from home.

"Well, I was practicing for DA with Fred. I had just disarmed the manikin when the scenery changed. Fred was gone, I'm not sure where he went." George sits on a couch, obviously uncomfortable.

Another large sound rang through them both. You screamed, scared. Stumbling over, you hit a table that kept the lamp on it. It became pitch black, you grabbed onto the closest thing you found. Of course, you didn't know it was George; although, he grabbed onto you to. You both clutched each other tightly, it was comforting. It was quite sometime before the lantern relit itself. Your heart beat started to return to its normal pace, you felt George's doing the same.

Looking into his eyes, your heart melted. His expression softened when he noticed that you were just as scared as he was. The color drained from your face, and you realized that you guys were still clinging at each other. George glanced down at you, his eyes were soft. A smile curled across his lips, noting how uncomfortable you feel in his grasp. He emphasizes his moves, which happen to be dragging you across the room. A small chuckle leaves your mouth.

"Why don't you just sit down and we can talk," he pauses, realizing what he said, "If that's okay with you."

"I guess I'd like that." A smile stretches across your face.

You were finally talking to George Weasley, your big crush. As you sit next to him, he relaxes a little.

"(y/n), I've been wondering something." he looks down at his hand where a scar stretches from Umbridge's detentions.

"What have you been wondering?" You glance down at your own scar.

"I think I'm going to leave school," You gasp, "I can't take Umbridge any longer."

"I understand." Your body feels weak, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks.

"It's," he sniffles, looking away from you, "hard though, I don't want to abandon the people love."

"Yeah, but aren't you going with Fred? You two hardly ever separate." you think intensely about who he might be talking about, "And you don't like Ron that much."

"It was Ron," George says a little too fast, "well, it just tugs at my heart strings to leave him to suffer and I just want to tell him how much I like him but I can't for fear he won't return it."