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(George!XReader)

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title: Alternative

word count: 1187

"George, oh for Merlin's sake,  come on, we're going to get caught!" Y/N whines, staring around frantically as her boyfriend plants yet another prank. Quite usually, Y/N would happily participate in her boyfriend's shenanigans. 

"Would you relax, Y/N? We'll be just fine. Stop panicking." George hushes, shooting her a wink over his shoulder as he presses the extendable ear to the door.

 Y/N glances over her shoulder to make sure that nobody is coming. George listens intently for a few seconds, before he points his wand at the door, "Alohomora" The door opens and George leans over, grabbing Y/N by the arm and dragging her into the office. 

"We're going to miss- bloody hell." Y/N mutters, staring around the obscenely pink office and the alarming amount of cat pictures. 

"Always reckoned she was a bit of a nutter." George mutters, staring around the room too.

 Y/N blinks, "Get on with it, George, before she gets back." George smirks at her, before turning to setup the box of chocolates.

 Y/N walks around the plush carpet, staring around the room. George and Fred and been pranking extra hard since Umbridge's arrival, and them being the Weasley's, of course they hadn't gotten caught, but still it made Y/N nervous. "George, let's just go." Y/N pleads, the panic rising up her neck. 

"I believe that Miss Y/L/N is right, Mr. Weasley." A perky voice says from the doorway. George's eyes flash up, wide, glancing at the doorway.

 "Well, do you anything to say for yourself?" Umbridge says, crossing her arms as they glance between the two. 

Y/N watches as her evil gaze focuses on George, she knows he can get expelled for this, Umbridge knows that he's been behind all the pranks. 

"It was me, Professor." Y/N speaks suddenly, her hands folding together. Umbridge's beady blue eyes turn towards her, narrowing more.

 "Y/N-" George begins, stepping up next to her and placing a hand on her lower back. 

"Is that so, Miss Y/L/N?" Umbridge asks, cocking an eyebrow. 

"Yes. This is was all my idea. George was just helping me." Y/N says, ignoring George's angry gaze.

 "Very well. Naughty children deserve to be punished." 

Umbridge says. Y/N stiffens, recalling today's breakfast where everyone was staring at Harry's hand. It had killed her to see him like that, and she couldn't even imagine seeing George like that.

 "No, absolute-" George begins, but Y/N elbows him. 

"Whatever you deem fit, Professor." Y/N says, nodding.

 Umbridge smirks, an evil giggle escaping her lips. "Well, Mr. Weasley, you should be off then." She says, turning to walk to her desk. 

Y/N turns to look at George, who's glaring at Umbridge, fists clenched. "Georgie, just, go. Alright? Go." Y/N says, pushing at his chest. 

"Y/N, don't be a bloody martyr. She's going too-" 

"Rather me than you. Come on, I'll see you after. George, go." Y/N says pushing him towards the door. 

George frowns down at her, "Leave, George. Let me handle this, okay?" Y/N says, giving him the most encouraging smile she can muster.

 He sighs slightly, jaw clenched, as he leans down and kisses her cheek. "Just, be careful, love." He murmurs, pulling her in for a tight hug and burying his face into her hair. 

Y/N watches as Umbridge presses the quill into her hand.

 "Muggleborn children, quite the troublemakers aren't you?" Umbridge taunts, smirking at the girl. 

"You'll be writing the following line "I am not to disobey rules." Umbridge instructs, sitting down from across her. Y/N bites her lip, nodding. 

"How many?" She asks quietly, pressing the tip of the quill to her paper. 

"Until I deem fit, Miss Y/L/N." Umbridge tuts, opening a file and not giving her another look.

Y/N feels the spinning of head as soon as she stands up, bracing herself on the edge of the desk as her eyes shut. Umbridge had made her write god knows how many lines, making her do an extra set because she had bled on her pristine table cloth.

 "Next time, I hope we meet in better circumstances, Miss Y/L/N." Umbridge says sweetly, pushing the stumbling girl out her door. 

The door slams shut with a bang, causing Y/N to flinch. She sighs, staring down at her bloodied hand, swallowing. She hated blood.  She was hoping that George would be here, outside the door, but he wasn't. Probably getting her some dinner. She braces herself against the wall as she makes her way towards the Great Hall, the floors spinning beneath her. She can see the steady stream of people leaving and entering just a few feet away, but it seems like an immeasurable distance. She blinks, vision almost completely blurry. 

"Y/N! Y/N? Ginny! Get George!" A voice calls as she crashes to the floor.

Y/N opens her eyes, staring around the white room, her arm is bandaged to her left, the dry blood gone. She leans over, picking at the bandage,

 "Don't. The wound hasn't healed yet." A voice murmurs, a warm hand closing over hers.

 She looks over and sees George staring down at her, he looks like he hasn't slept in ages. 

"George?" Y/N croaks, reaching a hand forward. 

He leans forward immediately, taking her hand in his and pressing a kiss to it. "You scared me, love." He murmurs gently. 

"I'm sorry." Y/N whispers, blinking at him. 

He chuckles dryly, shaking his head. "You collapsed from blood loss, and you're apologizing?" He asks. Y/N smiles at him meekly, a hand cupping his cheek. He sighs, leaning into her touch. 

"I thought I lost you, when I saw you lying there. You were so pale, Y/N. " He chokes out, voice hard.

 "Stop. 'M fine, just fine, yeah?" Y/N hushes, brushing her thumb across his cheek. He kisses the inside of her wrist. 

"I shouldn't have let you take the blame. Madam Pompfrey said you'll have to stay here a few days, you lost so much blood." George mutters, his eyes anywhere in the room except on Y/N. 

"Rather me then you, George. She would have expelled you."  

"Having my girl friend pass out from blood loss is not an appealing alternative." He says, cutting her off. 

Y/N sighs, feeling her eyes drooping again. She doesn't have the energy to argue with him, although she knows he means no harm. 

"Hey, hey. I'm sorry, sweetheart. I didn't mean to yell." George says, softer than before, standing up and kissing her head. 

"It's okay. Will you.. Can we cuddle?" Y/N whines. 

George smiles, brushing hair back from her forehead, "Anything for you, my love." He scoots her aside, careful not to jostle her wrist as he pulls her into his arms. She sighs, his familiar scent soothing her. 

"I love you." He murmurs, brushing his fingers through her hair and drawing circles on her arm. And as she falls asleep in his arms, the only thing he can thing of how Umbridge wouldn't get away with this. He and Fred would have to plan the ultimate prank. Something so fiery, so bloody bonkers, that it would leave her in shock.