Wizarding World Imagines

George Weasley ~ Almost the Other Half

Happy Thanksgiving!

Requested by: StarlightInHerEyes

House: Gryffindor
Year: A year after the war, so you've all been graduated for a minute.

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After Fred's death, George fell into this deep pit of depression that seemed impossible to pull him out of.

Being the twins' best friend since the moment I set foot in their cabin on the train, first year, I knew both of them like the back of my hand. I was sorted into the same house, Gryffindor, and I sat next to at least one of them in every class, every year. The teachers never seemed to catch on to the fact I was part of the prank pulling, as I was quiet in class and almost always made excellent marks.

Fred's death was very hard for me, it felt like I had lost a brother. It put a toll on my relationship with George, especially when he sent an owl about closing down his joke shop.

This was when I had enough. I knew he was sad, but I was not going to let George shut his and Fred's dreams away.

I stepped into my fire place, shouted, "The Burrow", and threw down a hand full of flu powder.

I opened my eyes to see an empty living room, but I could hear dishes banging around the kitchen.

"He's upstairs dear," Molly shouted. I used to come to there house all the time like this, so it was no surprise to her when I came, especially now.

Running up the stairs, I stopped at the door. I gently knocked, wanting to barge in. A small, "Come in," could be heard from behind the door.

I walked in slowly, noticing the sniffing noise coming from a lump on one of the two bed in the room.

"George?" I whispered, stepping on a creaky floor panel.

George turn over in his bed, sitting up a bit to see who I was.

"Y/N?" his groggy voice, red eyes, and runny nose, indicated that he had been crying for a while, "Here to tell me I'm a baby? He's been dead for nearly a year now but I still cry when I'm alone. I-"

"You're not a baby. Fred was your brother and my best friend. He was your other half. It's okay to be sad, there's no reason not to be," I sat down on the bed next to him and rubbed his back, "I came to talk about the letter you sent me. The last thing Fred would want you to do is to close down Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. This was the dream you guys had since year one, and you'd be letting both Fred and I down if you closed it. I'll help you in any way possible, even with the math parts if you need it. So help me George Weasley, if you close down your joke shop-"

"I'm not going to close it," he sighed, "Its just- I don't know how I'm going to be able to walk into the building and not break down into tears. I've tried so many times and I can't do it. I've had to send Ron and Ginny in to manage the place."

"Let's go, its time to make good memories there," I took his hand and pulled him out of the room and down the stairs to the fireplace.

Little did I notice the pink tinge that rose to his cheeks when I grabbed his hand.

———Time skip brought to you by Hermione's time turner———

Arriving in Diagon Alley, I headed straight for the the bright orange building, pulling George behind me.

The shop was almost completely empty, with only a few smaller children running around and playing with some of the toys. Despite that, the shop was still lively. The pygmy puffs were cooing children were laughing and parents were talking.

Seeing a familiar name, I ran across the shop and picked it up, " You and I came up with this idea, remember? The Ton-Tongue Toffee, one of our greatest ideas. You guys tried it out on Harry cousin, didn't you? Luckily we made it a lot less reactive, or else you'd probably would have gotten a lot of angry letters from parents. Oh! Puking Pastilles! We all came up with this idea, fourth year I believe! We wanted to get out of doing our potion's essay," I carried along with each product I recognized, which was nearly all of them.

Somewhere in the middle of this, George joined me. He was actually smiling, remembering our times at Hogwarts. We made our way around the shop until we reacted to pygmy puffs, which I gladly took a purple one out of the cage it was in. I stroked its head and it made a cooing sound, making me smile.

"I think he likes you," George said, happily, "you can keep him, if you'd like."

"Thank you George," I looked up, still smiling.

I met George's eyes this time, butterflies filled my stomach which made me immediately look back down. My cheeks burned with heat. I never felt this way before around him.

——— Another time skip because I'm lazy———

"Thank you for today. I really mean it Y/N. You don't understand how much that helped me," George said as soon as we got back to my little home that was right outside of London.

"It was nothing. You mean a lot to me and I don't want you to hurt, in any way."

We didn't say anything for a moment, making to silence become slightly awkward. Out of no where, George wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face into my hair. I hugged him back, wandering where this came from.

"I've wanted to ask you something for a while now, since the war ended," he spoke after a minute in silence. He pulled back to look at my face, his arms still around me.

"And what would that be Weasley?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Would you, Y/N Y/L/N, like to go on a date with me. Your choice of where we go,"

"I'd love too."

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Whoops, sorry for the bad ending. I honestly don't know if it turned out as I thought it would, but I think it turned out okay. Tell me what you think!

Please let me know if you want a part two!
                ~Grace