Seeker (Harry Potter Characters X Reader)

George Weasley

Requested by: anne_blythe0614

I love Anne with an E too :)

Not me writing this in my double Afrikaans class

Summery: Y/n, and the twins open the joke shop together.

"Come on N/n!" George says, extending his hand for Y/n to take. Y/n smiles, and George pulls her onto the back of his broom.

Y/n, George and Fred fly into the Great Hall, circling Umbridge and setting off fireworks, much to the delight of the students.

Flying out into the night air, Y/n raises her fist to the sky and hollers. "Freedom!" Y/n screams, and George laughs as Fred joins in with the cheering.

The cool night air made Y/n wrap her arms around George's torso, who seemed to radiate heat. Y/n looked up at the stars in the sky, all radiating their own unique beauty. Y/n smiled at the bliss of the moment. She was with the love of her life, and her best friends, on their way to a new adventure, only seventeen.

Landing in Diagon Alley, the smell of warm caramel and joy seemed to fill the air.

George pulled Y/n off of the broom, spinning her around above his head.

"We did it, guys! We actually escaped and pranked the toad!" Fred cheered, and him and George fist bumped.

"But what of our parents find out?" Y/n asked, her nerves getting the better of her.

"Don't worry about that now, love. That's a worry for the morning." George said, trying to ease her mind.

"Mum'll be a bit pissed, I reckon. But they'll get over it when we show them how successful we are," Fred mused.

"She won't be too upset?" Y/n tried to confirm.

"Not at you. She'll say we influenced you into doing it. We'll take the fall, don't fret, love." George reassured.

"But little does she know it was your idea to begin with!" Fred exclaimed, and burst out laughing. He flung his one arm over his brother's shoulder, and the other over Y/n's.

"Come on, let's go have a drink to celebrate."

The next morning, Y/n woke up cuddled into Fred's side. She smiled to herself, and then she realized they must have fallen asleep in the Common Room.

Y/n sat up slowly, and when her eyes adjusted to the overly bright light, she realized where she was. She was no longer at Hogwarts, or in the Gryffindor Common Room. She was at their place. The apartment above the soon to be Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

"It should be Weasley and Co." Y/n argued.

"Nope. Cause then we'll have to sell shares when you marry me," George grinned.

Y/n smiled at the conversation they had had the year prior after Harry had given them the money and they started putting their dream into action.

Y/n eyed the bare walls and dusty furniture. She looked forward to the decorating she would be doing.

Y/n moved off of the couch, and almost tripping over Fred-who was sprawled out on the floor- in her attempt to get to the kitchen. A red envelope laid face down on the counter, clearly a howler from Mrs Weasley. Y/n decided to ignore the letter, not wanting to have screaming make her already existing headache worse.

She eyed the empty cupboards with displeasure. Scribbling a note to the boys about her whereabouts, she went to town.

Upon her return, Fred and George had started painting the walls of the shop, and unpacking the stock into the shelves.

"We'll be open in three days!" Fred says excitedly, swinging from his perch on a beam to paint the higher parts of the walls, closer to the ceiling.

"Fantastic. I'll be upstairs." Y/n said, making her way up the stairs.

"We'll come up as soon as we finish up here, love." George says.

"Oh, and before I forget," Y/n said, stopping midway up the stairs. "There's a Howler from your mother you two need to listen to. And I'm inviting her to the opening, along with the rest of your family," Y/n said with a wicked grin.

Y/n busied herself cleaning the whole place, and deciding which furniture would stay, and which would go.

When she had finished, she ventured into the kitchen, and started unpacking all of the pots and pans in a suitable place, and then she moved on to the glasses and plates and bowls, and other kitchen necessities.

Fred and George had brought up their buckets of paint, and had started the lovely task of painting the living room walls a lovely light gray.

"This looks lovely, boys!" Y/n said, clapping her hands together. George grinned at her, and Fred examined his work.

Before Y/n could say anything, George had painted a gray stripe down her face, leaving Y/n shocked, and Fred utterly silent.

"George Fabian Weasley!" Y/n roared. "I'm. Going. To. Kill. You!"

George paled, and glanced at Fred for backup, only to find that his twin had already left the room, and had bolted down to the shop.

"Now love, it was meant as a joke-"

George was interrupted by a can of paint being dunked out in his head.

When George wiped the paint from his face with his sleeves, he was met with a grinning Y/n.

"You little-"

"Tut tut tut, Georgie. You started it. And all's fair in love and war." Y/n grinned, and George rolled his eyes. Flicking some of the paint that was on his hands at Y/n, she gasped, and then proceeded to slam her hand onto George's chest and smear the paint into his shirt. The two continued to smear the other with paint, till Y/n threw some cornice paint at George, staining his now gray shirt with white dots.

"Well that's just unfortunate. I really liked this shirt." George said, pulling it over his head.

Y/n stared at George's torso while his face was covered by his shirt. She wasn't going to lie, her boyfriend was looking rather delectable.

"Like what you see?" George grinned at her. Y/n smirked. "Always. But I still prefer you with less clothes."

Y/n started walking towards the hallway.

"And I need a shower, since I need to go to town to buy some more things. And since you've made this mess," Y/n said, gesturing to the paint on her clothes, face and hair. "You're going to help me clean it up."

"Gladly," George grinned, following behind Y/n to the shower.