Harry Potter And The Imaginary Cringe

George Weasley x Reader

A Letter

Word count: around 5,1k

"I'm going to do it."

"No, you won't."

"Yes, I will."

"No, you won't. You haven't the last two times."

"This time I will," you insisted while Alicia gave the piece of paper in your hand a suspicious look. That stupid little parchment piece was already quite crumpled and ripped along the edges, due to the amount of nervous tugging it had to endure. Poor little piece of parchment. It could have been used to write a Transfiguration essay in beautiful cursive or be the background of a Divination chart. But no. Instead this and a few of its brethren were used to create the word vomit of a love letter that you planned to give George Weasley.

When you showed the contents to Alicia, to get her stamp of approval she simply looked at you: "Are you five? Just talk to him, like every other person."

That didn't stop you though. She was already perplexed by the fact that you could possibly like one of the twins and insisted that you would change your mind, once you smelled them after Quidditch practice. So, for the last weeks, you've been waiting for the perfect time to give him the little note, just to chicken out in the very last second.

There was, for example, your first approach. It was a nice, sunny afternoon, which meant that the majority of students ran around outside. Which meant that Fred and George were inside and tested some of their weird gadgets in an abandoned bathroom.

Lee frantically searched for more tissues for the twins, as both were suffering from heavy nose bleeds. You were busy holding said tissues and trying out every single method of stopping it. Leaning forwards and putting cold water onto their necks, sitting straight and pinching the nose above the nostrils: None of it was useful.

"We gotta reduce the effect a little," said Fred and wrote on a parchment paper, while Lee came and held another tissue against his nose.

"You don't say, Fred," George watched some of the blood run down the hand, which he was holding against his nose. You quickly handed him a few tissues, which he gladly took: "Thanks."

He gave you a little pat on the head, which, to your disapproval was a little sticky.

"Fu- Sorry," George said, while Lee and Fred snickered in the background. Unsuccessfully, he tried to wipe your hair. Meanwhile, you noticed how your face became a little warmer by the second, since George was very close and Lee wiggled his eyebrows very hard und you were a very nervous teenager. Lee, busily wiggling his eyebrows had forgotten his original job and dropped one the bloody tissues on Fred's parchment: "Lee! Why?"

Fred tried to save the parchment and Lee ran to dampen another tissue. This time George and you were the ones giggling. While chaos ensued you considered quickly handing George your little letter but hesitated. Was it inappropriate to hand out something like that, while your friends were suffering from bloodloss? Since you also still busied yourself with wiping little blood specks, you weren't able to whip out your letter anyways and stopping seemed a selfish. Fred groaned from the other side of the room: "I'm getting a little light headed. You think Madame Pomfrey would believe us, if we told her we both got hit during Quidditch practice?"

For the safety of the twins, Lee and you brought them to the hospital wing, where Madame Pomfrey treated them with a suspicious look. Fred actually had to lay down and George looked pale enough for you to ask him, whether he was feeling okay.