Harry Potter Preferences & Imagines

Img: George Weasley • Comforting

Description: When George gets into a fight with Fred, the reader is there to comfort him.

Word Count: 494

TW: None?

Reader POV

"Hey, Georgie." I cooed, walking into the Gryffindor Common Room. I came up behind him and lazily snaked my arms around his torso, pressing my cheek into the spot just below his shoulder blade. He wrapped his hands around mine.

"Hey, (Y/N)." He greeted me with a smile, removing my arms from him just long enough to pull me to his side instead of behind him. He wrapped a protective arm around my waist.

"Where's Fred?" I asked. I looked up only to see Hermione, Ginny and Harry, who had taken the cue and continued the conversation without George.

He shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. Even if he had somehow hidden his true feelings from me—which he hadn't, because I'd noticed his muscles tense—it was impossible for George to not know where his twin was.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked him concernedly. He looked down at me for a second, holding my gaze. Then I noticed how sad he really looked.

"Hey guys, we'll catch you later, alright?" I quickly excused us. I didn't wait for a response, taking George by the hand and leading him out into the stairwell.

"What's going on, George? Where's Freddie?" I questioned in worry. He sniffled. This raised my concern through the roof and I took both of his hands in mine.

"Well, we were talking earlier and he said that he wanted to prank a sixth year with itching powder, but he wanted to use the burning kind. When I told him he was going too far, he blew up at me. He stormed off, and I've no clue where he's gone off to. I've had to tell everyone that he's sick." He ranted, tears forming in his eyes.

"Oh, Georgie... I'm sure there's a logical explanation for all this. He'll come around soon." I assured him, bringing him in for a hug. He towered over me, but still wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly like he was a scared child.

"He's never been mad at me like this before." He cried, his tears starting to wet my scalp. My heart ached for him. It wasn't like Fred to blow up at anyone, especially at George. What had triggered this?

"There is a good reason for all this, I just know it. It's not your fault." I reassured him. He nodded, letting a sob and a sniffle escape. I hugged him tighter.

After he was able to calm himself a little bit, we headed to the astronomy tower. We spent a few hours just cuddling and I tried to comfort George as best that I could. Nothing really helped him, and I understood why.

Fred and I were going to have a word, because doing this to George— excuses aside— was unacceptable, and it tore my heart into two. George didn't deserve this, not in a million years.

Yeah... Fred and I were going to have more than a word.