Weasley Twins X Reader One-Shots And Imagines

Lipstick (George X Reader) Original Writer: Miss-Union-Jack

Original Writer: Miss-Union-Jack

George's eyes once again flicked down to your lips, a fact which you were unaware of, and Fred nudged his twin before quietly slipping away. You three had been the last ones in the Gryffindor common room, working on an essay for History of Magic, and you were reading and hastily scribbling down notes while George was trying to pluck up the courage to kiss you or tell you how he felt or ask you to the Yule Ball, or anything to let you know that he liked you.

He had known you for years; you were one of his father's friend's children and had visited them at the Burrow from a young age. You were Fred and George's age, and thus younger you had felt more comfortable around them than the other Weasleys. You did however love Ron and Ginny to death, as you had always wanted younger siblings. You treated Ginny like a little sister who you doted on, and you loved to tease your ickle Ronniekins.

George was remembering pranks you had helped him and Fred pull when you finished your essay. You glanced over at where Fred and George had been sitting to see that Fred had disappeared and George was deep in thought. You looked at their essays, and then at your finished one, before dipping your quill in fresh ink and hastily scribbling down on their pieces of parchment. You wanted to get some sleep, it was already late and your eyelids were drooping, but you didn't want the twins to get yelled at yet again for not doing their homework.

After another half hour, you had finished the twins' essays as best you could, before packing up your stuff and standing up. Your legs popped, as you had been sitting cross-legged for hours, but you ignored it and walked over to the couch George was sitting on.

"Come on Georgie, it's time to go to bed." You said as a yawn escaped from your mouth. George didn't respond, just sat there, unmoving. Your eyes slid down to his lips, which looked so damn kissable. They were parted slightly, and you wanted to crush your lips against his, but alas, you couldn't. You were almost positive that he didn't like you, but that didn't allow you to stop daydreaming.

George's mind suddenly came back into focus, and saw that you were kneeling beside him, but you weren't saying or doing anything. He noticed that your eyes were focused on his lips, and your eyes were glazed over. George took a deep breath and decided that he might as well do it now, before leaning in close to your face. His lips were a few centimeters away from yours when Fred burst back into the room and George hurriedly pulled away. You blinked your eyes a few times; you had completely blanked out, and realized that you were more tired than you had originally thought.

You said goodnight to the twins, and were just walking up the stairs to the girls' dormitories when you heard George calling for you. You walked back down, and George gave you a sheepish grin.

"Hey __y/n__, I was wondering, do you want to go the Yule Ball with me?" George asked. You blinked, did he really just ask you to be is date? After a moment of not responding, you finally took notice of George and saw that he looked disappointed.

"Yeah, I'd love to!" You said cheerfully, and George's face broke into a grin.

"Great!" He replied in his usual tone, before walking down the stairs leading into the boys' dormitories.

~The Night of the Ball~

You made your way down from the girls' dormitories and when you reached the Gryffindor common room, you saw Fred, George, Ron, Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter. You assumed they were waiting for their own dates, and walked over to Ron.

"Ronnie! I haven't seen you in ages!"

"You saw me yesterday." He mumbled. You tsked.

"I meant, I haven't seen you in dress robes in ages! You look so cute!" You said and reached your hands up to pinch his cheeks. Even though he was younger than you, he was a lot taller.

"Why are you so tall?" You whined when your hands could barely reach to pinch his cheeks. Ron grinned at you, you were annoying, but you were still like his big sister.

"So that you can't keep harassing him." Fred said with a smirk on his face. You scowled.

"He's my baby brother, I'll harass him for as long as I want." You eventually released his cheeks and walked over to Fred and George.

"And you guys too! Why is everyone so bloody tall?" What made you feel worse was that your shoes had decent size heels, and they were still taller than you. You noticed that Fred was grinning at George, who was staring at you. You glanced down at yourself.

You were wearing a scarlet, strapless dress that went down to your knees with gold high-heeled ankle boots. You didn't particularly like high heels, but they were the only shoes you had that would work with your dress. That, and you were wearing Gryffindor colors, so your shoes needed to be gold. Your __h/c__ hair was in curls and you had a red flower clip in your hair as well. You had on only a little makeup; gold eyeliner and red lipstick to go with the Gryffindor theme.

You glanced up and saw that George was still staring at you. Fred turned to you, taking in your appearance.

"Showing some Gryffindor pride are we?" Fred asked teasingly. You grinned.

"Of course! Someone has to..." You said with a playful glare at him. Fred held up his hands in defense.

"Hey, it's not just me that loses points! George does too." You glanced over at George, who seemed to be coming back into focus.

"George is exempt because he's the cuter twin." You said with a smirk before leaning up and giving George a peck on the cheek. His eyes widened and the tips of his ears reddened slightly, causing you to grin.

"Mate, you got a little something on your cheek." Fred said cheekily. George glared half-heartedly at you, and you proceeded to casually walk out of the room.

"Bye! And Ron, don't do anything I wouldn't do!" You called out, then walked slowly away from the entrance to Gryffindor common room, waiting for George to follow you. You heard the portrait swing shut, and stopped walking.

You felt an arm wrap around your waist, and turned to look at George. You didn't get a chance to look at him for long though, because he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. You kissed back immediately, your hands curling into his chest. His lips were gentle and sweet, and just, fit perfectly with your own. His grip on your waist tightened a bit, causing you to chuckle slightly.

That was a bad idea.

George took advantage of this and his tongue slid into your mouth. His tongue scanned your mouth quickly before moving to your tongue. You groaned softly when it came in contact with your own and after a few moments of your tongues fighting, George pulled away. The kiss had left you breathless; you assumed that was mostly due to the fact that you couldn't breathe when it was happening, but also because you were kissing George.

You looked at him, and saw that his lips were slightly red from your lipstick. You started laughing softly, and George looked at you in confusion.

"It looks like you're wearing lipstick Georgie." You said quietly. "But no worries. I can help with that." You winked at him before leaning up and kissing him again.

End. <3