Harry Potter x Reader Oneshots - All Generations

George Weasley x Lauren

Requested by: Hphgrwfgw

Fred walks slowly and proudly, making long strides and keeps his arms far from his body. He's got a smile on his face that suggests he's going to try and impersonate George, again. Lauren rolls her eyes and flips her hair over her shoulder with her own smile on her face, but she tries to disguise it as a happy smile as though she is seeing George, even when she knows he isn't. 

"Hey," Fred says with a cock in his eyebrow, the slight movement reveals a small scar where Fred was injured during a prank at the hair of his eyebrow no longer grows. It isn't very noticeable, but when Lauren looks closely she can see it. Fred is also slightly fatter, by just half a dozen kilograms that works partially to fill in his face a bit more than George's from years of gorging on his mother's food. George had always had less of an appetite. 

"Hey Freddie," Her smile does not waver but it is difficult not to reveal her mischievous smirk. Fred always seems to think he can get her, but not today, and not ever if she could help it.

"Sorry Laur," He said and shook his head. "Wrong guy."

"Nope, I'm pretty sure you're Fred." She snorts a little, her smirk peeking through her eyes when she giggles under her breath.

Fred is dazed for just a moment as he tries to read her face but then he groans rather loudly. "I can never trick you!" He stomps his foot on the ground childishly. 

"I know you too well Freddie boy."

"I hate that nick name."

"I know," She shakes a knowing finger at him. "Like I said, I know you well."

His eyes beam with a new idea and he steps closer to her. His body is close to pressing against hers against the wall and he looks down on her. "One thing you don't know," He said slowly, letting his hot breath rest on her face. "I'm a much better kisser than George."

"I will punch you in the kisser if you don't back off."

Fred finally backs away, defeated. Lauren breathes a sigh of relief and both she and Fred relax into a more casual stance. Her arms and crossed against her chest and he hold his hands on his hips, looking off into the distance. "If you just gave me a little kiss you'd know I'm saying the truth."

"But I'd have to kiss George too to compare," She blushes in frustration and sighs again. "Not that that would happen with him snogging Angelina all the time."

Fred became alight with excitement. "They're snogging? When? George didn't tell me!" He jumps up with enthusiasm but he has a sense of sarcasm in his tone. George and Angelina have only been flirting a bit, but that's enough to upset Lauren. It used to be her flirting with George, too scared to try and go any further, even though Fred insisted she should. Now he'd given up on her, but she wasn't quite ready to let him go. She'd liked him for three years, known him for six. 

"It doesn't matter if they're snogging or not. He's not going to come anywhere near me with his new-found infatuation with Angelina."

"What about his old and lengthy infatuation with you?"

"Infatuation is intense and short lived, it can't be lengthy by definition."

"Then we both used the word wrong. Just move on and realize what I'm saying here," He leaned down to be face to face with her short body. "He likes you."

"I know," Lauren shrugged and looked away from Fred, too embarrassed to say what she knows it coming next. 

He looks shocked for a moment then throws his hands in the air and steps back a few steps, sighing with frustration. "Then do something about it!" He approaches her again, once again backing her against the wall and staring down at her. His breath is hotter before, and so is her face.