Harry Potter Characters x Reader

Shy

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Before the sun had faded or the sky darkened, you were already tucked away in your dorm. Your bed was at the end of the room, set apart from the others by a significant margin. You picked this bed on the first night of your first year, and you were still in the same spot 6 years later. You talked to the other girls, but you didn't seem to have the same connection they all had with each other. They would talk to you on occasions, but for never longer than 30 seconds. You always gave vague responses and they graciously didn't try to keep the conversation afloat.

They were kind, kinder than most of the school. Well, how you perceived the rest of the school. One could say that you were overly-sensitive, and you would have to agree. If one even slightly unkind thing was said to you, you felt hurt. But that was nothing compared to constant harassment you were given by the Slytherins of your year.

Slytherins weren't all bad, of course. You found them to be hard-working and very smart and kind, when they weren't in your year. Your year, however, had a feud going on between the Gryffindors and Slytherins. No one knows why we hate each other so much, but I personally believe it's a mixture of the Weasley twins and- yeah, that's about it. The Gryffindors back the twins and their constant pranks and trash-talk of the Slytherins, while the Slytherins fought back ferociously with whatever they had.

The next day, proved your point exactly. After breakfast, you trailed behind the other girls to class. A group of Slytherins caught sight of your group and trailed over to you. You rolled your eyes and continued walking, not wanting to get into a fight.

"Where are you going, sweetheart?" one of the guys called at you. Your cheeks flushed, but you continued walking. Before you could turn the corner, a tall Slytherin girl stepped in front of you.
"Please leave me alone," you begged quietly.
Other Slytherins began closing in on you. You wanted to run - to cry - to dissolve, but none of that happened.

What did happen was possibly even more unprovable

"You heard the girl, leave her alone," George Weasley calls. You whip your head around to make sure your ears are working properly. They were. There stood George Weasley. The Slytherins turned their attention towards him and you were able to retreat to your class.

The next few days were peacefully uneventful. No one disturbed you and you kept to yourself. But, of course, that was the calm before the storm. At dinner, George sat beside you. He said nothing, but the presence of the boy unsettled you.

The Slytherins left you alone, and you were grateful for that. George continued sitting by your side at meals, and you continued ignoring him.

George took a deep breath. "Why don't you talk to anyone?" he asks.
Your heart skips a beat and you stare at him. "What?"
"I sit by you every day and you haven't said a word, not even a 'hello'. Nor to anyone else."
You shrug. "I just don't like to." You said this in almost a whisper. You didn't have the energy to explain that your heart felt like it would burst open if you had a conversation with someone.
George nodded and, thankfully, said nothing else.

Two days later, George spoke to you again. "There's a Quidditch game tomorrow, do you go to those?"
You nod. "I've always really liked Quidditch."
"Why don't you play?" asks George.
"I'm not really a team person, I guess?"
"Well, we play Slytherin tomorrow. I wish it was Hufflepuff, they're way easier to beat," George whispers.
You laugh. "Hey, don't trash-talk the Puffs." You sigh. "To be honest with you, that's what house I thought I'd be in."
"I disagree," George says between bites of food. "I believe you might be one of the bravest people I know."
"How so?" you ask.
"You are the shyest person at this school and are having a full conversation with me."
You blush. "I guess talking to you isn't so bad."

Gryffindors won the Quidditch game. The score was shockingly close, but in the end you pulled a win. Everyone filed down the stairs and began towards the school. The large crowd began to get to you once you entered the school. Only after games was the entire student body crammed together in a small area.

You began to take in deep breaths, wanting to be anywhere but where you were. You felt a hand on your shoulder and your breath hitched. You quickly turned to see George and let out a breath.

"You almost gave me a heart attack."
"Hello to you, too," George replied with a smile.
"Good game; seeing you beat up the Slytherin team was probably the best thing ever."
George laughed. "I thought you would say that."
You smiled up at him. Before you could say anything else, the crowd began pushing into you. You turned to see a group of Slytherins, death-glares on and walking straight to you. George grabbed your hand and he maneuvered his way through the large crowd.

You made it to the common room and you were mentally exhausted. You hardly ever were in crowds that large and you just wanted to go to sleep. The activities the day held all crashed into you and you felt tears come to your eyes. You pushed them back and began walking around the common room.
"I think I'm going to bed," you whisper.
George gently grabs your hand. "Hey, what's wrong."
You turn to him and he sees your puffy eyes. He gently pulls you into his chest and you close your eyes, pretending the world isn't there. "It's just a lot, you know?"
George gently rubs your back. "Yes."
"It's just that there was a big crowd, and there were people pushing into me and now I think I like you so-"
"Wait, back it up now. Say that again."
"You heard me. I am not saying it again," you murmur. George kisses your forehead.
"I think I like you, too."