Multifandom Oneshots

George Weasley x Reader

"Can we go to Honeydukes?" George asks you with childlike excitement.
"What?" You look up from turning your quill in your fingers.
His eyebrows furrow and his grin fades as he takes a seat across from you. "You gonna tell me what's up?" He asks.
That's when you would usually say "The sky, the moon. Airplanes. Oh, and birds. Just to name a few." Something along those lines.
Your were, naturally, a jokester, like your boyfriend and his twin. You grew up with it, what with being raised by two of Hogwarts greatest pranksters: Moony and Padfoot.
Today, though, you weren't feeling it.
"What time is it?" You ask, craning your neck to look out the window.
"About five-thirty."
"Where have I put my parchment?" You mumble to yourself, looking around you.
"You haven't had it the whole time you've been sitting over here."
Then when did you pick up the quill?
Small matter.
"Oh, really?" You ask. "Well, I'll be back. I'm gonna go get some. Whose quill is this?"
"It's mine. You asked to borrow it." He looked, if possible, even more worried. "I have some parchment." He says.
"May I use some?"
"Yeah, sure. Let me get it. Just... sit down."
"I'm not ill." You assure him.
"You're acting ill, and until you give me a different reason, I'm gonna assume you're ill."
"I feel fine."
"You aren't acting fine. I'll be right back."
He returns shortly with the parchment and ink.
You scribble a letter to your dad:
Please let me know how he is. I hope everything goes okay. I love you both.
Love,
Y/N
George continues staring at you.
"What?" You ask once you've folded your note.
"What's wrong?"
"Come with me to send this." You say, debating on telling him the cause of your concern.
The negative reactions far outweighed the positive reactions, and you knew it. But you knew that if you were going to be spacy once a moth and cranky another time a month, you owed George, of all people, an explanation. He, of course, knew the cause of the irritability and he always brought you chocolate, but he did, technically, have a right to know the the reason for the ditziness.
You watch your owl until you can't see her anymore.
On the way back to the common room, George pulls you aside. He doesn't say anything, just looks at you.
And so you burst into tears.
He doesn't look concerned now; he looks frightened. He hates it when anybody cries, much less you. Him being how he is, it makes him uncomfortable, especially when his endeavors to cheer the person up don't work.
He doesn't try to cheer you up this time, though. You're thankful he sees that this isn't something jokes can make better.
"What's wrong?" He asks again.
"Moony..." You begin.
He waits for you to continue.
"Moony's a werewolf." You finally say.
"Ohh." He says, as though realizing something.
"What?" You ask.
"You're worried."
"Yes." You nod, glad he gets it.
"Is it the full moon?"
You nod again.
You try to stop crying, because, really, there's no reason for you to. It's not like it doesn't happen every month, and it always turns out okay.
But still.
George puts his arm arm around you. "I'm sure it'll be okay, love. Worrying won't help. I'll help you sneak out to go see them tomorrow, if you want."
"Thank you. I love you." You wrap your arms around him.
"I love you too."
You wait in the Owlery that night to await Padfoot's letter in the morning.
At some point, George joins you. He falls asleep with his head in your lap, but you continue looking out for your owl.
Y/N,
He's okay. Don't worry so much. We love you too.
Love,
Padfoot
George wakes up at your letter's arrival. "Well?" He prompts.
"He's all right."
"Still wanna go?"
You nod.
So the two of you sneak out and apparate to your house. Moony's asleep on the couch, covered with a quilt that your Aunt Andromeda had given you all a few years ago, but he opens his eyes when you walk in. "What are you doing here?" He sits up, looking quite ill.
"What's wrong?" Padfoot asks, walking in. "Oh, Y/N. Hey." He hugs you and kisses your forehead.
"You should be in school." Moony says disapprovingly.
"We came to check on you." You say.
"Oh, hey. You're the kid dating my daughter." Padfoot says to George.
"Sirius, you know him." Moony reminds him.
"That doesn't mean I can't interrogate, thank you. A word, George?"
"Yes sir." George gives you a half terrified look and follows him out.
"You should be in school." Moony tells you again.
You curl up against him. "But I'm not."
"No, you're not. There have to be consequences--"
You give him the puppy dog eyes that've gotten you out of countless punishments. "But Moony, I was worried about you." You say innocently.
He sighs, falling for it again. He puts his arm around you and kisses your head. "Okay, fine. You're liberated this time. Don't let it happen again."
"Yes sir." You smile.
As you and George are sneaking back into the school that evening, he says what's on his mind: "Sirius Black is probably the scariest person on the planet." He says.
You laugh. "He likes you."
"Does he, though?"
"Yes." You smile.
He kisses you in the corridor. "It's worth it, either way."
You open your eyes as you pull away, but your eyes widen. "Mrs. Norris." You hiss.
He grabs your hand and you both run.

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