Weasley One Shots

Hickeys / George {Mature, 18+}

"Hey there, love." Two identical boys appeared on either of her side as she walked down the corridor to her Potions class. "Boys, if you haven't noticed I kind of have to be somewhere." Maegan said, holding onto her books.

The boy on her right let out a laugh, his twin brother on her left soon joining him. "We did, love," said Fred. She recognised him by his voice, which wasn't as deep as George's. "We've found you're in a bit too much of a hurry, though," added George, smirking as Fred and he spoke in unison, "You've got ten more minutes before Potions starts."

Maegan huffed in annoyance, turning to stand in front of them. "I'm in no need of your company! I'd rather be a few minutes early than hang around you two!"

"Oh come on, you love us." Fred laughed, obviously unimpressed and Maegan rolled her eyes, turning around to walk off but someone grabbed her hand, and she flipped her head around to find a smirking George. Her breath hitched as his hand held hers tightly, obviously not going to let go anytime soon.

George chuckled, a twinkle obvious in his caramel eyes and he licked his lips in a way that caused Maegan's knees to go weak. "Meet me later in the common room, yeah?" He said, and Maegan nodded breathlessly. She had been doing so well at avoiding them - him especially - but they were always around her, or tried to be around her, so now she had failed her mission.

He let go of her hand then, and Maegan nearly reached for it again but caught herself just in time. "Will do." She said, voice wavering as she turned around and rushed off to Potions class.

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Her last class of the day, Defence Against The Dark Arts, had just ended and Maegan was walking back to the common room when she suddenly remembered that she would meet up with George there. Thinking of George, she reminisced how all of this had come to surface.

It had been months since Professor Dumbledore had announced that Hogwarts was to be hosting The Triwizard Tournament, and the second task was long past and it was nearing Christmas - meaning the Yule Ball was approaching. However, it had been two weeks since the encounter.

Fred and George, her best friends since day one, had been playing pranks on students all day, and she was, as usual, helping them both.

All three of them were in their sixth year, so had done their OWLs last year and were soon to be doing their NEWTs as well, but Maegan had found she was spending more time fooling around with Fred and George than studying.

She remembered exactly how it had happened, how Fred had pulled a prank on both of them, dumping a bucket full of water over either of them and causing them both to become soaking wet. Maegan, luckily, had been wearing a jumper over her blouse, but George had not and this caused his button-down to become transparent and stick to his skin.

Maegan had always been attracted to George, getting a similar feeling to one of nausea whenever his hand accidentally brushed hers, and found that her heart rate sped up whenever their eyes locked, but she had never acted on her feelings because she was scared of rejection.

She had tried to look away from him, but her mouth had gone dry and her feet seemed to have become rooted in the ground, the rest of her body acting as if somebody had cast a Petrificus Totalus spell on her.

When he had caught her gaze on him, he had smirked and winked at her, before he made a cheeky comment about how taking a picture would last longer. She stammered and spluttered for a bit, before simply rushing off and ever since then she'd avoided contact with the both of them - George mainly.