Harry Potter Characters X Reader

opening up - George weasley

It says to let it simmer until it turns purple!" You shouted.

"Last week Professor Snape said-" George Weasley started before you quickly cut him off.

"Since when did you start paying attention to Snape's lessons?!"

You were in potions class. That day, the class was partnered up to make a draught of peace. Your partner was George Weasley.

George Weasley. The name alone made your blood boil.

Ever since your first year at Hogwarts, you and George hadn't seen eye to eye. He would always try to get under your skin, whether it was randomly pranking you in the hall or annoying you in class.

"Look, it's in the book, you bloody idiot!" You slamme the book down in front of him.

The two of you had been non-stop arguing ever since you started making the potion.

Suddenly, someone called out to the two of you.

"Would you two just admit you love each other and shut it so the rest of us can focus?!" They yelled.

You felt your face heat up. George turned to you. But, before he could say anything, another student interjected.

"Their potion is gonna explode!"

The two of you quickly turned to face the cauldron. The lid was rattling and smoke was starting to seep out of it.

Suddenly, George grabbed you and pulled you to the floor with him.

There was a loud bang, a chorus of screams, and black smoke that quickly filled the room.

Everyone began coughing. You looked up and saw George hovering over you, protecting you with his body against the blast.

He was so close to you. So close you could hear his heartbeat.

It was going fast.

He quickly pulled you back up, following the crowd of students evacuating the room. Luckily, no one was hurt.

Professor Snape stormed out and stood in front of the two of you.

"(Y/L/N). Weasley. Detention for both of you," Snape spat angrily before walking away.

When you looked over at George, you saw he was already looking at you. You didn't say anything and turned away.

**At Detention...**

The two of you cleaned the potions classroom in silence. George stole glances at you, while you did the same.

Suddenly, the door to the potions room opened, and in stepped the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore.

"Professor Snape?" He spoke. "I need your assistance for a moment."

Snape stood up and made his way to the door. "Neither of you leave this room. Am I clear?" He hissed. The two of you just nodded.

And with that, he left.

You let out a sigh as you sat down in a nearby seat.

Silence continued to linger until you finally broke it.

"Thank you," you said quietly.

"What for?" George responded, sitting down also.

"For pulling me away from the cauldron. It was, uh, nice of you."

George chuckled. "This is the nicest you've ever been to me."

You let out a small laugh. "I think this is the first time we've ever talked without yelling at each other."

George smiled.

You then felt a tear run down your cheek.

"I was jealous of you," you choked.

"(Y/N), what are you talking about? Why are you crying?" George moved to sit closer to you.

"You don't know what it's like... You're so carefree and happy and I'm... not. I'm a Slytherin who everyone thinks my only goal in life is to become a death eater and that's all I'll ever be known for... A Slytherin who only cares about herself and no one else..." you sniffled.

George was silent.

"But, none of that is true. I don't know what I wanna be, but there's not a bone in my body who wants to work for You-Know-Who. A-and I don't care about just myself."

"(Y/N)... I know all these years have just been... Us hating each other..." George began. "But, I never hated you."

You quickly looked up at him.

"Your shell is really hard to crack. That's what I've been trying to do all this time... All those pranks..."

You stifled a laugh. "Really?"

"Really."

A smile started to grow on your face.

"You know, I hardly ever see you smile. But, you should do it more often. I-I like it." George nudged your shoulder.

You blushed, grinning even bigger.

Silence began to linger. It wasn't awkward, though. It was comfortable. You felt safe.

Suddenly, George let out a chuckle.

"What?" You asked.

"Remember when that guy yelled at us to admit that we like each other?"

"Y-yeah. What about it?"

He didn't say anything. He just gazed at you with a smirk on his face.

"W-Weasley?" You squeaked.

He stayed quiet. He brought his hand up to your head, moving a strand of hair away from your face, sending shivers down your spine.

"I could tutor you about being carefree," he said, starting to lean towards you.

You started to smile. "Yeah? Okay." You leaned closer.

"The first lesson in being carefree is doing what you want with no regrets," he murmured.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat.

"So... What do you want?" George flirted, giving you a smirk.

Your eyes flickered down from his eyes to his lips. You brought your hand up to his cheek, cupping his face. You felt his lips brush against your until, finally, your lips pressed gently against his.

It started slow, but the kiss began to escalate; the two of you stood up, not breaking apart. He placed one of his hands on the table behind you, walling you in, while the other snaked around your lower back.

Your lips moved together perfectly. His lips were soft against yours, making your heart race.

When the two of you finally broke apart, you let out a giggle.

"What?" He leaned down, leaving trails of kisses on your neck.

"So that's why you dumped paint on my date for the Yule ball," you smirked.

He gave you a devilish grin. "You got me."

~The End~