(george weasley x reader) raison d'être: (n) a reason for existing For the witches and wizards of Hogwarts, "spells" were those cast by wands crafted from ancient trees and magical creatures. For George Weasley, however, "spells" were the trances he'd enter any time Y/N L/N looked in his direction. <><><><><> Story Notes: • actual story starts in their 3rd year • (kind of) follows original plot • he fell first, she fell harder (but like lowkey he prob fell harder) A/N: In honor of everyone reminiscing over DracoTok and Fall 2020, I'm editing and completing an old drafted story.

𝚒 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖; 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎♥︎. " 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚎? " ( lower case intended ) • all original harry potter character credits belong to JK Rowling •

***Not Edited: Read with that in mind*** You practically grew up a Weasley. Living right down the hill with your muggle parents, you were always curious of the magic people. Your mothers are friends, and you are the same age as the Twins. Once funny things start happening around you, Mrs. Weasley knows exactly what is happening and helps your parents prepare. A school of magic with your best friends, pranks, strange happenings, and puberty make for a wild ride of life. But the most wild thing to happen is when Voldemort comes back and you are roped into something sinister that could ruin everything you have worked towards. ***I do not own Harry Potter or JKR's characters. This is a fan fiction.*** ~Started October 2020~ Most Impressive rankings: #58 in #FriendstoLovers 12/14/20 #1 in Turmoil 1/1/21 #1 in GeorgeWeasleyXReader 3/2/2021

Y/N l/n is about to start her fourth year at Hogwarts when she meets George and Fred Weasley. She's a Gryffindor like the twins, but their friendship started with a lie about her house. Y/n soon find's out that she is Sirius Black's daughter. TW: This story contains: --------------- ~Depression ~Strong language ~Anxiety ~Suicidal thoughts ~Smut (sexual scenes. This is a slowburn) ~Other smiliar stuff BIGGER ‼️TW‼️ I WROTE THIS THREE YEARS AGO AND HAVE GROWN UP NOW SO IT WILL BE WHAT IT IS. If you don't feel comfortable with these themes, don't read the story :) •••••••••••••••••••••• Y/n is in her fourth year while the twins is in their fifth and Harry and his friends are in their third. •••••••••••••••••••••• Story takes place in POA-DHp2 This is a SLOWBURN and it's a LONG story. •••••••••••••••••••••• All the characters and the main plotline belongs to J.k Rowling. (Y/n, Regina, Zoe and Clary is made up by me)

You have always been the mind behind the madness, the quiet strategist keeping George and Fred's schemes from spinning completely out of control. You measure, plan, and calculate, while George improvises, laughs, and defies every rule. Together, you are unstoppable... until the world outside Hogwarts pulls you apart. War arrives, uninvited and merciless, leaving laughter silenced and hearts fractured. Distance, grief, and survival threaten to erase everything you once shared... but some sparks refuse to fade.

After the war, George Weasley moves into the small flat above Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes-alone, grieving, and determined to keep the shop running with Ron. What he doesn't expect is his new neighbor across the alley: you, a gifted healer who owns the medical and potion supply shop opposite his window. You knew each other at Hogwarts-barely. You thought he was too loud, too reckless, too Gryffindor. He thought you were too quiet to notice him. Now your bedroom windows face each other... and neither of you ever closes your curtains. It starts with harmless glances. A shirtless George after a shower that makes you choke on your tea. You healing yourself with a soft glow of magic he can't look away from. The tension builds-slow, sweet, unbearable-until one revelation in your shop's back room becomes a desperate first kiss that unravels both of you. He's broken. You're guarded. But between open windows, whispered nights, and shared healing, you might just learn how to save each other. But what happens when something begins brewing again? [ Post Hogwarts Battle | Mature, Smut ]