George Weasley x Reader

Chapter 18 - Temper Tantrum.

Since the kiss on the roof, you'd been floating around school like someone had cast levicorpus. You were practically in a transe during your lessons the next day, only thinking about History of Magic, where you would be able to see George again.
The hours half dragged and half slipped away, lessons tedious but with no real substance.
During your break you ran to Ruby, telling her everything. She didn't really like George but was a good enough friend to just listen and 'ooh' or 'wow' at the right time.
Malfoy came over and asked why you looked so sickeningly happy, explaining to him as well what happened he looked mildly surprised.
"Hm, the flame head has game, but I would have done it differently." He stretched out, arms behind his head and began to explain exactly how he would 'get a girl' using 'father's assets,father's connections' and his 'charm'. "Right.. and you think a girl
would like that? You using daddy to get her pretty gifts?" Ruby quizzed, one brow raised while suppressing a smirk.
"I mean, I wouldn't mind if you wanna pick some things up for me." You said as you winked jokingly. Ruby shook her head giggling and you laughed.
"Anyway I assume this good mood means you'll have no anger to take out on the pitch (y/n)?" Draco asked, a small hint of worry in his tone,
"No it's fine, i'm actually in such a good mood if anyone ruins it," you raised your eyebrows and sighed, "Who knows what'll happen."
"Oh yeah I'm completely consumed in fear." Malfoy said flicking a screwed up napkin at a passing Ravenclaw.
You didn't see Fred or George anywhere in the hall. It was weird but you didn't really question it. Saying goodbye to Draco and Ruby, you decided to leave earlier than usual to Binn's classroom wanting to beat the swarms of students and talk to George before class.
Walking down the corridor, you caught sight of the twins, heads together with an unnaturally serious atmosphere.
Wanting to know what was weighing so heavily on them you sped up and headed for them.
"Hey guys!" you said beaming, they jumped and split apart instantly. Fred looked awkward and George looked unnervingly guilty, a pit began to form
in your tummy, pulling your insides down like a stone.
Neither brother spoke.
"Is everything ok? What's wrong?" your eyes darted nervously from George to Fred and back again, your light mood crushed under the rock in your stomach.
Only Fred made eye contact, George stared at your shoes. 
"We were, we were talking about yesterday (y/n), when we uh, well you remember." He mumbled trailing off, you furrowed your brow. Had you done something wrong?
"Have you told anyone?"
"I, well, no not yet, I thought I should see you again first?" you said uneasily, you were racking your brains for something, anything to indicate you'd made some kind of mistake.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do anything wrong." You said weakly, desperately trying to make eye contact with George.
"No, it's just. Sometimes I forget..." He finally said, "You're so... You, I forget about your house."  Fred swallowed and looked down, evidently uneasy at his brothers words.
"What? My house?" you stuttered, "What does that mean?" By this time
You were genuinely confused, you lived in a house, yes. So did George, admittedly his was a lot cooler and infinitely more interesting but it was still a house.
"I mean," George said louder, "You're in Slytherin."
You were genuinely speechless.
"I've got you lost for words again, who'd have thought. Twice in two days." He said dryly. Fred was fidgeting and looked as if he wanted to interject, but he kept his gaze at the ground and his hands locked together.
"I've always been in Slytherin! There's never been an issue before? Why now!" You said it more aggressively than you'd meant to but you were puzzled, upset and irritated.
"Because before we were just friends,
we probably wouldn't have lasted after we'd left this place anyway, when we met you, y'hadn't met any of them! You weren't a real Slytherin, you were just (y/n)."
You started to say something along the lines of 'I don't understand' but George ploughed on;
"But now you're properly one of them! A Slytherin! An arrogant, entitled, success driven Slytherin. Only motivated by your own material gain! I saw you when Flint said you'd get free Brooms! Do you know how long it took us to save for that bat? And you decide to go and take a bribe! From Malfoy no less!" Fred looked extremely awkward but he still looked determinedly at his shoes, hardly blinking, arms clamped together.
You again tried to defend yourself and
interject but George kept raising his voice, almost shouting over you;
"I don't understand why you weren't happy? Or why you couldn't see how much we cared about you!" The past tense 'cared' rang in your ears as he continued, "When you said yesterday how surprised you were I knew all that stuff about you, it wasn't because you doubted us, it's because you don't know that stuff about me and Fred! Your a typical, selfish Slytherin who's only concerned with herself!" He spat, going red in the face he went on, "Well I am sorry my father doesn't have assets and that my father doesn't have any connections! I'm sorry I can't get you any pretty gifts!" he drooled mockingly and you knew instantly with a shoot of guilt what had happened. He'd heard you talking to Draco and Ruby. He'd completely misunderstood.
"No George you don't understand it wasn't like that I-"
"No I probably don't understand and honestly I don't want to! Slytnerims always turn out bad! Not one dark wizard from here hasn't been from
Slytherin! You're all evil, heartless and cold and I don't want to be with someone like that! You're a heartless bitch and you'll turn out to be an evil Slytherin just like the rest of them!" Ending in a loud, bitter tone, he looked away and breathed heavily.
You could tell from the way he shrank back slightly that he had instantly regretted letting his jealousy have a voice. But at this point, you didn't care if he had meant it or not.
Your face was blank but your eyes were giving your emotions away, letting tears fall without your permission.
Clenching your jaw, you swallowed. and stepped forward, folding your arms.
"A little over dramatic don't you think Weasley?" you replied sourly.
As you turned away you caught a short glimpse of a stunned Fred, mouth open, staring at his brother.
Other students had arrived for the lesson and looked perplexed at the tail end of George's little scene.
You didn't go to History of Magic.