Harry Potter x Reader Oneshots

George Weasley x Slytherin! Reader: Listen up Loser!

I had just stepped into the hallway that is just before the Great Hall. As I walked towards the large doors separating me from the room I heard two sets of laughter and footsteps coming my way. Sliding in an opening to another hallway, I waited for my unsuspecting prey to pass. Soon enough my prey, Fred and George Weasley, passed without second thought.

I silently slid out into the hallway behind them. Once, again my unusually soft walking has come to my aid. Still undetected, I slid my arms around Fred's torso. He slightly jumped and stopped walking altogether, but seemed rather unfazed. "(Y/n)'s finally decided to greet us George." Fred said. "Finally, I was starting to get worried that she forgot about us." George replied. I let my arms fall to my sides, and softly tapped my foot as I waited to be included in the conversation. "I doubt that, no one could ever forget us." Fred grinned. "Right you are, Fred." George agreed with a chuckle.

"Hey losers, don't forget that I'm still here." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "Oh, we could never forget you." Fred joked. "I'm not sure if that a very good or a very bad thing." George said with a wink. I playfully punched his shoulder before walking in between the twins and straight to the doors of the Great Hall. Before I actually entered, I slightly turned to make one final remark. "Maybe I'll bless you with my presence again soon, Losers."

Strutting over to the Slytherin table, I announced myself in my usual manner. "Bow, peasants, you're Queen has arrived." Many of my fellow Slytherin rolled their eyes, but jokingly bowed all the same. As usual I sat down next to Rochelle Beauchene. "Why on earth do you always take so long to get here for lunch?" Rochelle asked with her thick French accent. "Because, I can." I answered with a smirk. Rochelle groaned, but what did she expect? She asks everyday, and I give her the same answer everyday. "You always say that, why do you never give a straight answer?" Rochelle asked, frustrated. "Because. I. Can." She loudly groaned, and placed her head on the table. Ignoring the looks she was attracting, I reached out to help myself to the food.

I was just making my way to Potions when I heard a voice calling after me. Coming to a halt, I turned around to see Ginny Weasley stopping in front of me. "What do you want, Weasley?" I sneered, my friends stopping to see what was stopping us. Now don't get me wrong, I like Ginny, but I have a reputation to uphold. "Um..." She said, looking off to the side before quickly looking back to me. "It's about your little brother, Damien, it's really important. And we need to speak in private about it." Ginny explained quickly, eyeing my friends warily. Feeling a small jolt of fear I gestured for her to lead the way, and for my friends to continue to class.

We walked in silence until Ginny made an abrupt stop in the middle of an abandoned hall. "There's nothing wrong with Damien, I just need a way of talking to you alone." She said, seeing the worried look on my face. I let out a relieved sigh, no longer worrying for my younger Ravenclaw brother. "Never, use my brother as an excuse to talk to me again." I said, letting out the breath that I had been holding.

"Sorry, I just really needed to talk to you about George." She said, gaining my interest. "What about him?" I asked. "You need to tell him your feelings tonight. I just found out he likes you too last night." Ginny said, with an excited squeal. Biting back a smile, I asked, "Are you absolutely positive he likes me?" She just nodded with a huge smile. "Thank you Ginny, but I better get to class." I said, then turned around and walked away. At least I don't have to worry about being late to class. Knowing Professor Snape, he'll just ignore the fact I'm late just because I'm in Slytherin. Although, that leaves plenty space to worry about if what Ginny said is really true.

By time supper rolled around I couldn't get my mind off of what Ginny told me. I had come around to the conclusion that she would never say that unless it was true. Now the only problem was when and how to tell him. A few minutes later I still hadn't been able to cast the thoughts to the back of my mind.

In a spur of the moment, I got to my feet and climbed on top of the table. When I was standing up straight again, now towering over everyone's heads, I went to shout over the noise. But as I opened my mouth, a first year girl in my house yelled over the roar of all four houses. "Listen up losers a ten is speaking!" A hush quickly fell over the room. Not letting that get to me though, okay maybe a little, I finally spoke. "I'm an eleven, first year, but thank you." I said, and couldn't help but feel happy at the smile that grew on her face from the recognition.

I took a deep breath, then finally let out something I had been bottling up in my heart for a very long time. "George Weasley! Listen up Loser, because I'm only saying it once. I freaking love you, okay?!" I announced, feeling the hot, scarlet blush spreading across my cheeks. With that, I got down from the table and hurried out of the room.

Speeding down the corridors, the fear finally wedged it's way to my heart and now had a vice grip on it. Soon enough I heard rapid footfalls thumping after me. I was just considering making a run for it, when a hand wrapped itself around my arm. Stopping I turned to see George. "Did you really mean that?" He asked breathlessly. I nodded, feeling the minor blush I had come back full-blown. Pulling me into a hug, and whispering in my ear George said, "I freaking love you too."