my boy (george weasley x reader)

Classes Start

George's POV:
I watched Y/n play quidditch and it was one of the most astonishing things I have ever seen. She was so quick and smart with her shots. She didn't miss a single one. It was incredible. I could practically see Oliver sweating in his seat. She would be some competition for sure. If Flint even lets her on the team. He's so dense sometimes, I don't know why he has such a prejudice against girls. It's stupid. Angelina is a great chaser on our team and she's a girl.

It was actually kind of weird how well Y/n got along with Pucey and Wood. She just met Adrian yesterday and it was like they were best friends. And I don't know about Adrian, but I think Oliver might like her. I could see his cheeks heat up as he watched her play. And he only watched her play. Not anybody else. I couldn't blame him though, she was mesmerizing. I forced myself not to listen to their conversation, but I could tell he enjoyed talking to her. I don't know why, but I didn't like it. I wanted to be the one talking to her and getting to know her better. I wanted it more than anything.

Your POV:
The next morning I got up and got myself ready. I still wasn't 100% sure where all of my classes were, but I was sure I'd figure it out. First I had potions. It felt like I had circled around the whole school hundreds of times before I finally found Professor Snape's classroom, and class had already begun once I did. I walked in and made my way over to the professor, but he was in the middle of the lesson and snapped at me. He told me not to disrupt his class and to just choose a seat. So I did. I ended up sitting next to a boy I had not met before, dressed in Gryffindor robes. I didn't know how old he was, but he looked younger than me. And he didn't talk at all, so I didn't either. Until I saw who was sitting in front of me.

I'd recognize those two identical heads of ginger hair anywhere. I tapped one of them on the shoulder and Fred turned around to look at me.
"Hi Fred." I greeted him.
"Sorry Y/n, I'm George." He told me, and then turned back around in his seat.
I tapped both of them so they turned to look at me and scoffed.
"No you are not." I told him.
"What? Yes-"
"You must think I'm an idiot," I interrupted him, "to not be able to tell you guys apart."
"But how?" George asked me.
"I don't know exactly." I said. "I just can. You're George. That's Fred. And both of your potions are spilling over." I smirked.
They both whipped their heads back around and hurried to clean up the mess they made. I sat back in my seat and chuckled at the boys. I liked them. And I could get used to hanging around them.