Harry Potter oneshots and imagines!

George X reader

Title:gifts

Warnings:none

A/in love this one .its from tumblr

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Christmas Eve at the Weasley's was a magical, truly magical, event. Arthur would chop down a large tree from the forest off of Ottery St. Catchpole, and Charlie and Bill would help him drag it inside. Percy and Mrs. Weasley took great care in stringing the lights and decking the branches with ornaments and glittery tinsel. Bill would pull Ginny on his shoulders and she would place the star on top, while Ron brought out the gifts to place underneath the tree. The twins enchanted a toy train to huff and puff on the rug before the fireplace, and everyone was in high spirits as snow drifted in sheets in the yard.

Y/N had experienced this merriment once before, but it seemed to be just as special the next year. Afterall, she had started dating George on Christmas Eve and she looked forward to their private celebration on the rooftop at midnight. While sometimes she felt out of place, the Weasley's always made her feel welcome and right at home. The bunch gathered around the supper table - all of the redheads, Hermione, Harry and Y/N included. Mrs. Weasley prepared a very succulent roast ham, as well as whipped potatoes, roasted chestnuts, and a lovely pecan pie. The room was filled with noise, but that didn't mean it wasn't filled with cheer.

"It looks delicious, Mrs. Weasley, really." Y/N said, placing her napkin in her lap.

"Oh, thank you dear." She replied, sitting down herself. "I do hope I made enough for everyone."

Arthur Weasley was already three bites into his slice of ham. Always very intrigued with Y/N, for she came from a half muggle family, he started conversation right away.

"What is it that you called the game with the ball on the ground? And the kicking?" He asked, spitting bits of food about. Mrs. Weasley looked disgruntled.

"Football, Mr. Weasley. The Americans call it soccer. They have a world cup every few years, just like Quidditch." Y/N replied.

"Yeah, dad. Y/N and her family got seats right next to the muggle Prime Minister!" Ron said, excitedly.

Y/N flushed a deep red.

"I-It was an h-honor." She stammered. "I am grateful for that opportunity."

Arthur smiled pleasantly, and went back to his food. Catching a knowing glance from Harry, Y/N's eyes focused on her food. Y/N's family was very wealthy, in contrast to the Weasley's. While she knew that neither party had any qualms about the other, she didn't like to flaunt her wealth. She thought that it was tacky.

"Next month you're going to see the Weird Sisters in concert aren't you, Y/N?" Bill asked, excitedly. "Fred said that you'd got backstage passes!"

Y/N almost choked on her potatoes, but swallowed quickly and dabbed at her lip with her napkin. All pairs of eyes at the table were on her.

"Y-Yes." She said, quietly. "I feel very fortunate."

Dinner progressed, and Y/N found herself saying very little. She hadn't found a balance between being ashamed about her wealth and being too haughty. It seemed as though the differences between the families were shockingly obvious. Students at school who were particularly nasty would taunt George about it, and while he put on a brave face, Y/N knew he felt a little embarrassed. Her clothes were always brand new, in comparison to the Weasley's hand-me-downs. Her potions equipment was bronzed, and her cauldron was top quality. Many of the Weasley children had to share equipment, and Ron's cauldron was being held together by spell-o-tape.

After their meal was finished, Fred and Harry helped Mr. Weasley clean up the table, and Mrs. Weasley served the pie. Once everyone was full, they all sat by the fire and watched the train whistle. Gradually everyone slipped off to bed, except for George and Y/N.