Hogwarts is what you make it (Reader x Harry Potter Characters)

George x Reader / Collision

A/N quick and cute fluff fic. Set around POA probably and before the twins give Harry the map. Name makes it sound angstier and cooler than it is, sorry. Also uploaded in 'manage you mischief' my book of Weasley twin one shots. A/N

It was snowing hard as you walked down to the greenhouses. Sure you could have stayed in bed and missed the class, but what kind of student would you be. Plus you liked Herbology, most of it anyway.

You watched as you made footprints in the snow, it brung you a weird sense of happiness, to see the trail you were leaving. Also there was the fact that if you looked up you would have cold snow whipping your face and attempting to get into every open orifice. Your coat hood was up, blocking the oncoming snow as much as possible and that's when it happened.

"Ouch." You had been flung backwards into a large pile of snow. Your head hurt like mad, you rubbed it not really sure of what had just happened until you heard a groan of pain form near you. You looked up to see George Weasley. Your crush of 4 years. He asked if you were okay as he got up and dusted himself off. He offered out his hand for you to take. You did and nodded as furiously as the blush on your cheeks which was luckily hidden behind a thick scarf. All capability of language had escaped you as you stared at him. This usually happened around attractive guys with you. You gulped so loud, you were pretty sure everyone within the castle had heard it.

"You're (y/n), right?" You nodded once more as he smiled at you, his hand still holding yours.

Of course you had never actually gathered the courage to speak directly to George but you knew enough about him to have a huge crush on him. His looks were a big selling point of course but it was more than that, he was funny and charming and sweet. You had once saw him defend a first year boy who was being bullied. And his pranks with his twin, are of course, already legend around Hogwarts.

So yes, you had admired him from a far for a while now and never imagined he'd know who you were. You were just a quiet (Y/H), who typically blended into the wallpaper.

He let go of your hand to hold the gloved hand out for you to shake. "George. George Weasley." You happily shook it and smiled.

"I k-know." You were happy you could blame the stutter and the ever-rising red of your cheeks on the bitter cold.

You internally hit yourself, clenching your teeth. Out of all of the things to come out with, you say that! He simply laughed before examining your head which you had been absentmindedly rubbing.

"Sorry about that. I didn't look where I was going. I think you're gonna have a bruise." So he'd walked into you, that made sense. Your throat went a tad dry as he touched his hand to your throbbing forehead.

"George! Hurry up will you! Stop flirting!" You looked behind you to see George's identical other half yelling from near the quidditch pitch. You seemed to shrink down in your layers at the mention of flirting, hoping to hide what you was sure by now to be your very red face.

You looked back to see George's cheeks had gone slightly red too but you just put it down to the cold weather. He yelled that he'd be down in a second to Fred and smiled at you.

"I'll see you around (y/n)." And with that he winked, setting off in the direction of his brother. You took a deep breath and replayed his words in your head, not only did he know your name but he wanted to see you around!You gave an inner squeal and began to make your way to the greenhouses before you heard your name called out and the sound of running footsteps crunching in the snow.

You turned to see George again, panting slightly. "I know this sounds crazy," he paused for a moment with a mischievous glint in his eye. "And I know you're probably busy but would you like to join us, we're gonna set up a prank on the quidditch pitch for Slytherin's game tomorrow. Y'know if it still goes ahead." He gestured at the snow and you looked unsure, why was he asking you? Was it really just a set-up for a prank on you? You looked over to where Fred was standing, he looked cold and slightly angry. George noticed you looking and shrugged his brother off.

"Oh don't worry about him. Come on." He reached out his hand and for the second time you took it. You didn't know what it was but you felt trusting towards him. He ran with you carefully though the snow towards his brother.

All thoughts of herbology were thrown out of your mind, actually any thoughts about anything but George Weasley holding your hands were irrelevant in that moment.

"Great. Why not just invite Filch along for the ride too?" Fred quipped sarcastically as George brought you over. The younger twin glared at Fred before smiling at you and rolling his eyes, making you laugh. "Come on, then. And quickly." You entered the large arena after Fred and followed him to the changing rooms.

"That Malfoy git won't know what's coming to him." Fred laughed in a mocking evil way as you helped them set up the prank, turning all quidditch robes from emerald to bright pink.

Once you were done, you all left smiling and laughing at what you had pulled off.

"Maybe I was wrong, (y/n)." Fred patted you on the back.

"Yeah, you're eviler than we thought." George chimed in. "I mean that idea to turn their broomsticks into rubber was genius." George looked at you in admiration as Fred spotted Angelina with Lee walking against the blizzard and darted off.

You went to say goodbye and leave for the warmth of your common room before George stopped you. "Hey, (y/n) have you ever been to honeydukes?"

"Um, yeah of course. It's the only sweet shop in hogsmeade." You looked at him as though he was mad. Who hadn't been?

"Yes, but have you ever snuck in there when all the students were still in class and just as they've restocked." George smirked down at you and you looked confused. He once again grabbed your hand, taking you to the next location of your adventure.

He led you down a secret passageway into honeydukes cellar and smiled at the amazement on your face. You briefly wondered why he was trusting you with his secrets of the castle until you saw honeydukes completely empty of staff or student and couldn't believe your luck.

"They're all at lunch in the three broomsticks, around this time." George answered your unasked question and you realised how often he must do this to know the staff's schedules.

You sat and eat sweets until you were both sure you couldn't physically digest any more sugar. You stopped long before George, who had said his teeth were basically sugar resistant. It was fun, you couldn't remember having had so much during your time at Hogwarts. As you left he kissed your gloved hand and winked at you, hoping to see you again. Your heart raced at the possibility of meeting with him again and even the possibility of George Weasley fancying you back.