Weasley twins X reader- Smut, Fluff and all other good stuff (Requests open)

George X Reader (female reader) (Gryffindor reader) (part 1)

(Just imagine Fred and George's shop is in Hogsmede, okay) (also this is gonna be really long)

As the snow lay on the ground, I trudged through it, my black Doc.Martins gripping to the ground. I looked down at the white blanket beneath me and readjusted my black beanie to cover my ebony, razor cut hair.
I saw tonnes of other students from Hogwarts around but none of them seemed to notice me. I looked around the corner and saw the exact shop I wanted- Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.
I pushed open the shop door t find the shop empty for once and a very board looking George sat at the till area. He looked up from reading the Daily Prophet and looked at me. He smiled a sweet smile, making me blush.
"Hello, love. Anything I can all you with?" He asked, approaching me. I smile a meek smile and looked around.
"Not exactly. I just need something to make me laugh, really. Today isn't a good day." My usuals shy and quiet voice explains, laced with my American accent. He smiled but looked a bit surprised.
"You're American?" He firstly asked. I nodded. "And what's up? Do you wanna talk?" He asked. I shrugged and he led me to a little back room. "Fred, mind the shop!" He yelled.
I sat down in a chair opposite him and he handed me a small cup of tea.
"Thank you, George." I took the cup and took a sip, pushing a strand of my messily cut side-bangs back into place.
"What's you name, love?" His kid voice swirled around the room.
"Y/N." I shyly replied.
"What's up, Y/N? It's not nice to see people upset." His smooth voice made me feel safe.
"Well...it all started a long time ago, I guess. As you can tell, I'm from America. I'm a half-blood and umm..." I began. I took a deep breath. "Well...this day isn't very lucky. When I was five, my dad, who was a muggle, died on this day. Then, on the same day, when I was seven, my mom and my two brothers were murdered by some wizards and werewolves on a rampage." George looked at me with a sympathetic look on his face. Tears welled up in my heavily lined E/C eyes and a single one escaped. "So...anyway. I came over here when I was seven to live with my grandma and grandpa. They were both wizards but I went to a muggle school until I came to Hogwarts. I get bullied still and I was all through school but...anyway, then when I was nine, on this day, my grandpa died. Then, my grandma died just after I had go into my first year at Hogwarts." I began to cry. George came and sat right next to me, rubbing small circles an my back.
"Oh, Y/N, I'm so sorry. That's awful. You must feel so lonely." He gave me a big hug, holding me tightly.
We talked for about an hour after I calmed down, getting to know each other. George made me laugh and he was really nice.
"So, anyway, what house are you in?" George questioned, just as I finished laughing from his joke.
"Gryffindor. " I replied.
"Me too...well, I was." He explained.
"I know. You and Fred are legends." He laughed at what I said.
"What year are you in?" He asked, taking the last sip of his tea.
"I'm in fifth, now. I just turned sixteen last month." I smiled.
"What day?" He questioned.
"November Y/F/D." I replied.
"I'm twenty four. You're making me feel old, here." He laughed, playfully.
After almost another hour of talking, we had to say goodbyes. He gave me a lasting hug and told me to come back any time. I nodded and promised I would be back and I headed back to school.
I sat back in my chair in Potions, trying to avoid the stares from everyone else. Finally class was dismissed and grabbed all my things and hurried back from class only I collided with somebody in he corridor.
I ran out of the school crying my eyes out, mascara and eyeliner dripping down my pasty white complexion. The taste of metallic blood filled my mouth from the cut I had been given on my lip. Blood dripped from my arm and leg where Pansy and her crew had used a spell on me.
I ducked lunch and the rest of my classes for the day and made the long journey to walk into Hogsmede.
I walked into Fred and George's shop to find it empty, once again. George looked over at me and at once hugged me. He made me tea and me and him talked for the rest of the day. I helped Fred when a rush of customers came in.
It became a regular occurrence. I went to Fred and George's every day either after school or when I was ducking classes. I helped them out in the Christmas holidays and I spent weekend there. It went on for six months, all while I had a crush on George.