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George

"Hey (y/n)! So happy you could make it!" You barely even knocked before the door ripped open and you were pulled into a hug.

"George you know I wouldn't miss it!" You stood on your tiptoes, hugging him as tight as possible. George, your life long crush. Being best friend with him, and Fred, was hard sometimes because all you wanted to do was proclaim your love to him. Yet, you would never do thaatt; even when you see him with other girls.

"George, let the poor girl inside, it's freezing!" He let go and you turned to see Molly grinning at you.

"Hey Molly! Happy Christmas!" You walked over to her and hugged her, watching everyone else over her shoulder. The usual were here, Ginny, Harry, Ron, Hermione, the twins, Bill, and Charlie. Arthur was standing next to the large christmas tree, just sipping his drink, probably tea, and smiling.

"Oh, you two my dear! Come in, come in!" She rushed you forward and into the kitchen before asking for your coat. Once you shrugged it off she turned to George and gave him the Molly look, before handing it to him and him rushing to put it away. You laughed lightly before turning to everyone else.

"Hey guys!" They all gave you their greetings and hugged you in turn before Molly handed you a cup of hot cocoa and told you to sit. You sat down beside Fred on the couch and the conversation went back to normal.

"So, (y/n), new dress?" You looked down at your dress, a simple red and gold strapless dress and shurgged at Ginny. "Really? Not trying to impress anyone?"

"Yeah, you do look simply gorgeous in that dress." Fred winked playfully as George walked back in the room.

"Who does?" He asked walking and sitting on the arm of the couch beside you.

"Oh, just (y/n). Don't you agree Ron? Doesn't she?" You saw Fred send a wink in his direction and then nod at his twin.

"Yeah, stunning, really." Ron smiled at you, his gaze flicking between you and George. George grunted and you looked up at him. He saw you watching him and smiled, his arm going to your back.

"They're right. You really do look amazing." You could feel your heart flutter, even if you were incredibly confused. "It, uhh, suits you." You looked over everyone. Ginny and Harry were laughing and Hermione looked slightly irritated. The adults, Molly, Arthu, and Charlie, were in the kitchen, Bill was on the other side of them room, watching and smirking.

"I have no clue what you're all going on about. Firstly, I have worn this before and secondly, it doesn't look all that great. So if you could tell me what's going on, that would be greatly appriciated?" You glared at Fred and he just smiled.

"Are you kidding? You look totally shag-able!" Fred winked at yoou as you rolled your eyes. You were kind of wishing that George had said that, but you also didn't want to hear it in general.

"Okay, Fred, that is enough!" George pulled you closer to him, away from his brother. Everyone started laughing at his protective state and you giggled lightly.

"George, are you jealous? I'm kidding mate, she's all yours!" You blushed and looked towards the floor, hiding your red cheeks. You wish he was jealous. And that you were his. "Don't get your knickers in a twist."

"Yeah, come on Georgey, just admit it already. We all know you like her!" You lightly looked up at him, hoping what Harry had just said was true. He was blushing deeply and looked angry. He turned his head to look at you and you tilted your head. He smiled sheepishly at you and you thought for just a moment that maybe, just maybe, he could like you.

"Tell her, come on! WIth (y/n) looking like that, how are you not??" George was obviously getting sick of their banter with him and didn't like what Ron had said. Ginny's giggleing from next to Harry was enough to tell you that he was going to flip.

And he did. Right as Bill was going to say something. "Okay! Fine, I like her! Can you stop now?! It's hard enough without you baboons going on about how perfect she is and looks and all that mushy crap! Bloody hell guys!!" You couldn't even breathe. You didn't believe your ears. But as you watched him storm out of the room and upstairs, everyones laughing following him, you let yourself go after him, hoping with all your heart that he wasn't lying.

As you rushed up the stairs, your shoes clanking against the floor boards, you heard them all go silent. You knocked repeatedly on his door, wishing him to open it.

"Fred, I swear if you don't go away I'll hex you into next week!" You laughed and opened the door.

"Wrong person, George... I hope you don't hex me," George whipped around to face you. He was sitting on his bed, facing the window. He sighed and stood up.

"I'm sorry (y/n). I didn't mean to freak out in there. Or say that...." You felt your heart sink as he told you that. Of course he didn't mean any of that. Why would he? "I shouldn't have let me tell you that. God, this is going to ruin our friendship won't it?" You smiled sadly and shook your head.

"No, it won't. I kind of wish it was true though. I wish you would learn to not lie George." He stepped closer to you, obviously confused.

"What do you mean? Lie?" You smiled again, wishing he would leave it so you two could go back down stairs.

"Well, yeah. Saying you like me. Lie. Not tell the truth. You know what it means, correct?" You laughed at him as you spoke. His eyes widened and he kept walking towards you until you had to tilt your head up to look at him. You were sure he could heaar your heart beating against your ribcage as you watched him.

"That wasn't a lie, (y/n). I just meant I wish I hadn't said it aloud. I do like you. A lot actually. Ever since we started talking. Even though it was quite difficult, us being best friends since we were tiny. You mean a lot to me. I just don't want to ruin our friendship. That would suck. Like, major." You, again, couldn't believe your ears. George Weasley, your best friend for forever, liked you back. You were so overjoyed, you pushed down all ideas of him lying and rose to your tiptoes, pushing your lips to his.

"George, I have liked you for the longest time. Even though you're a bloody idiot with the emotional range of a teaspoon"- (A/N spot the hp refence in the hp imagine haha i hate myself :) ) -"and no common sense whatsoever." He gaped at you before smiling. A real smile. Like the ones he has while pulling a prank or irritating Filch. Then he pulled you up and kissed you. Kissed you like it was both of your last breathes. And that's what it felt like when you pulled away. But you couldn't care because you had George. Finally.