Geeky Imagines

How you first met - Fred, George & Percy

Fred Weasley:

You were in your second year and you were wandering around the vegetable patches thinking about nothing in particular, when you turned a corner and found a tall red head crouching in the bushes. He gave you a pleading look and locked his eyes with yours bringing a finger to his lips.

You did not have much time to be confused because as though right on cue, you heard the sound of running footsteps coming towards you. You squinted around the sunlit gardens. Filch was hobbling towards you as fast as he could. The furious looking old man stopped at the small wire fence and mumbled several inaudible sentences before growling "Have you seen that little git, Fred Weasley?".

You had never caused any problems. You were the perfect student. You were always very polite and kind to Filch, and all of the professors, greeting them in the hallways, offering to help them carry things, or on several occasions helping Filch mop up the floor. That didn't necessarily mean he liked you, but that did mean Filch hated you less.

You were torn for a moment. Who to help, Fred, or Filch...

"Sorry Mr Filch, I haven't seen anyone around here!" you said with a very convincing frown. Filch huffed and hobbled away muttering and cursing under his breath. "I'll tell you if I see anything, sir!" you called after him.

After Filch disappeared from view, you spun around to look at Fred Weasley. "He's gone." you said flushed after having to lie to the poor man that cleaned up everybody's messes for a living, and was - on top of it all - a squib.

Fred stood up and although you were very tall, he could still look down at you. "Thanks," he said, "you have no idea how sore my neck is after sitting in a bush for that long!" he smirked. You opened your mouth to say something scathing about how disrespectful it was to have done whatever he did, when he halted you by saying, "You know I really thought I was doomed when I saw you. You being Miss Goody-Two-Shoes and all, but you know what, your not so bad y/n" he slapped your shoulder then started off across the vast lawns in the direction opposite to that of Filch's.

You stood there for what felt like longer than it actually was utterly dumbfounded at what had just happened, but the most surprising part about this, was that he knew your name.

George Weasley:

Draco Malfoy, was being horrible once again. What a surprise.

It seemed like he made it his personal goal in life to make you completely miserable. Worst of all, you were a year ahead of him, so it only ended up making you look stupid. This time however, he had crossed a line. He had all of your textbooks, and your potions essay, and you had no freaking clue how to counter the jinx's effects.

You sat there in the corner of the courtyard frantically trying to fix it, beginning to realize that it was hopeless, and that you would never be able to reverse it in time for potions. Finally with an exasperated groan you gave up your attempts to instead wallow in your own misery.

You were horrified when you felt someone sit down beside you. You quickly wiped your eyes and stifled your sniffles. Looking up you were greeted with the sight of none other than George Weasley and his brother Fred.

Fred flashed you a grin "Your name is Y/N right?" You nodded, knowing that if you did speak your voice would most certainly crack. "Well Y/N," George continued for his twin, "We were just wondering if there's some slimy blonde git you need us to beat up for you?"

You gave a small smile laughing a bit, "Pardon?"

"Oh come on, what did he do this time?" George said more seriously. "Nothing! Really! you assured them, going white when Fred murmured "Accio Papers!" and with a flick of his wand they were in his hand.

"Ah Georgie, looks like our blonde little git did do something. Was this your potions essay love?" Fred glanced up at you as he asked the question, muttering and slowly waving his wand up and down the papers.

You suddenly became aware of tears streaming down your cheeks and Georges arms draped around your shoulders. All you could respond with was a feeble mumble."Snape's gonna kill me..."

"Aww, don't worry! he wont have an excuse to!" George reassuringly shook your shoulder. Fred handed your essay back to you, and to your great joy all of the writing was back. You let out a gleeful squeal, and scanned the papers over quickly.

"You did it!!! I might even be able to make it to potions on time!!!" You looked up at them both unsure how to thank them enough. As if reading your mind George smirked at you. "Well, hurry then! You don't want to be late. Thank us later, you can help us plot against Malfoy at dinner."

George started laughing, and Fred gave you a wink as you stood, beamed up at them both, grabbed your things, and legged it to potions. Thank god for those Weasley boys.

Percy Weasley:

Your families had been good friends ever since you were a baby. You HATED each other when you were little though. It was one of those situations, where you look back through photo albums to when you were five, and percy is reading a book, while you are quite literally wallowing in a mud puddle.