Harry Potter Characters X Reader

the bet ~George weasley

Being an American transfer wasn't easy. Your family moved from America during your 5th year at Ilvermorny to London, which meant you had to start at Hogwarts; new people, new surroundings, new life.

You were sorted into Slytherin and that was that. You tried to keep the lowest profile possible, but anytime you answered a question, everyone would notice that you didn't sound like them.

Everyone would ask, but there was only one person who stuck, and that person was George Weasley.

After Potions one day, George came up to you, along with his twin brother, Fred, and rested his elbow on your shoulder.

"You're not from here, are you?" George pointed out, looking down at you.

"Great observation, Sherlock," you snapped, shrugging his elbow off and picking up your books.

"Ooh, a feisty American. You don't see a lot of those around here," George retaliated with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes. "Who are you?" You sighed, placing a hand on your hip.

"I'm Fred, and this is my brother, George," Fred interjected.

"Pleasure to meet you..." George started, waiting for you to say your name.

"I'm (Y/N). Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get to my next class." And with that, you walked past them, and began making your way to your next class.

Fred and George watched as you tried to make your way through the sea of students and George chucked.

"Fred, I think we should give our lovely new student a traditional Weasley welcome," George said, looking over at Fred with a mischievous grin.

"I was thinking the exact same thing," Fred responded with the same grin.

~*~

You hated those two. For the rest of that week, pranks were hitting you from every corner, ranging from hiding your things to changing your hair color into something outrageous.

As you were walking in the hall on your way to breakfast, someone bumped into you, causing you to fall and drop all of your books.

"Hey!" You called out, but the person was already gone. You let out an exasperated sigh and began picking up your belongings. Suddenly, someone stopped to help you. When you looked up, your eyes met a pair of sparkly brown ones, and for some reason, you felt your heart skip a beat.

"Making friends already, I see," George joked.

You glared at him. "I don't even know who ran into me. I guess you're not the only annoying person in this school,"

George placed a hand on his heart, pretending to be hurt. "Me? Annoying?" He said dramatically. You looked down to hide your smile.

George helped you pick up your things, but stopped when he saw a certain book.

"Ooh, is this a diary?" He asked, snatching it from your stack of books.

"Give that back!" You shouted, attempting to grab your book back.

"Why? Got some secrets to hide, love?" George teased, holding the book above his head so you couldn't reach it. Your cheeks turned red when you heard him call you "love", but you quickly shook it off.

"Just give it back! It's personal!" You demanded.

Then, George got an idea.

"Tell you what, (Y/N): today is the quidditch game between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. I will be playing in said game. Care to make a bet?"