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George Weasley x Reader Imagine: Boggart Blunder

George passes out from seeing you, along with the rest of his family killed by Voldemort, as his boggart, and you're the one who has to say riddikulus.

⚠Warnings⚠: descriptions of blood, loss, overall sadness

Okay, I know the whole saving your girlfriend from the boggart thing has been done before, so I decided to change it up a bit. So here we go...

You were in your defense against the dark arts class, when your teacher announced that you would be performing the spell to get rid of boggarts. You weren't scared or nervous, you already knew what you'd see. You were pretty courageous, which was why you were a gryffindor. You weren't afraid of anything, except loosing your family. And by family, you meant the Weasleys. They had taken care of you ever since you were eleven. You had already lost one family, and you couldn't imagine what would happen if you lost them too.

You had been so deep in thought that you didn't notice it was your turn. Professor Lupin opened up the closet and there it was, your worst fear, the death of your family. You barely even looked at it, you knew it wouldn't do you any good, so you just said, "riddikulus! " and it turned into a kitten. Next was your friend, Angelina Johnson, whose boggart was voldemort, and she said the spell, and it became balloons and confetti, and then you gave her a high five when she walked to at the side of the room. Next was your bf, George Weasley. You and Angel (that was your nickname for her) gave him a holler of appreciation. "Yeah Georgie! " he stepped up, but the bright, colorful rainbow of confetti suddenly turned a shade or dark red, and was all over the place. Then voldemort came roaring at him, and he left, with the corpses of his family left behind him. You were starting to worry, he had been standing there for about 30 seconds, and it shouldn't have taken this long. Voldemort reappeared, but this time he screeched, "do something!!!" And just like that, George passed out cold, his body lying there on the floor of the classroom. You quickly ran over to him. "George! " You kneeled down beside him, and put his head in your lap, pushing the hair out of his face, wiping his sweaty forehead with a tissue. "George, baby, please," you said with a few tears rolling down your face, but he couldn't hear you.

It was the next morning, because you stayed with him all night, just in case he woke up. You had put on a pair of black leggings and one of his quidditch world cup t shirts. He was lying on the middle of his four poster bed, with you on the edge of it. You put a damp washcloth on his forehead, and made some chamomile tea, which was now cold. You were still very worried about him. You took his hand in yours, and whispered to him, "Georgie, please wake up. It was just a boggart, it wasn't real, that's not gonna happen. You're not gonna loose me and I'm not gonna loose you either." Your voice was shaky, and so were your hands. You leaned down to kiss him, his lips were soft, and he still smelled nice. You pulled away from him, and his eyes fluttered open.

"Georgie?"

He gasped and said, "(y/n)? " he looked delighted to see you and got up and hugged you incredibly tightly, and you put your arms around his neck, and the two of stayed like that for a while. He eventually pulled away and said, with tears in his eyes, and in yours, "I can't believe you're here.

"You giggled and told him, "of course I'm here, baby, I would never leave you. "

"I know. Thanks for staying with me after my boggart blunder."

"Did you want some tea? Or maybe some food, a few people brought you something to eat, and Harry stole some desserts from the kitchen with his cloak... " you said as you reached for a small blueberry muffin.

He pulled your hand away, and held it in both of his. "I just want to be here with you. But I would love a kiss. And maybe cuddles? " he asked hopefully.

"Of course baby. " you gave him a kiss, went under the covers, and put your head on his chest, with his arm around you, and he kissed your forehead.

"Hey babe? "

"Yes Georgie? "

"Ireland looks really hot on you. "

"Stop it. " you told him playfully.

"No really, we should go together next year."

"I would love that. "

~The end~

Hi Geminios! Hope you liked this story, and I'm sorry I haven't posted stuff for a while, but I have a bunch that I'm working on. Please like, repost, and follow! Love, VA 😘

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George Weasley x Reader Imagine: Just a Little Jealous

Imagine George saving Harry at a Quidditch game and all the girls drooling over him, so you show up and not so subtly, show them who he belongs to. But later, when you were the one who made a record amount of scores as a Chaser, all the boys are going crazy over you. That is, until George steps in and does the same thing you did, but much more extreme. ;)

It was your 5th year at Hogwarts, and your 5th year of being a chaser. You were in the locker rooms, being given a speech by Oliver Wood, and you were about to play Slytherin. You hated the Slytherin Quidditch team. All they ever did was cheat, and Snape always let them get away with everything. (heh, get it? Snape, always? Sorry.) "Alright? Good. Let's get out there, and win!" You knew the match would be tough, but it was taking forever. The score was currently 70 for Gryffindor, and 90 for Slytherin. You were trying to get the Slytherin chasers away from Angelina, but it wasn't working. You were swearing under your breath and you didn't even notice a bludger coming straight towards your head. That was, until, a certain ginger haired sweetheart flew in front of you, and hit it with his bat. "Thanks babe!" You said as you went to steal the Quaffle away from a Slytherin. You caught it, and threw it into the goal, the quaffle itself not being noticed the keeper, who was focused on you, but in a way that you didn't care for. You could see that he was staring at your breasts, and smirking. "Ugh, gross" you thought before you yelled to him, "hey, what your problem pervert?!" He quickly looked towards Lee Jordan, who spoke into the microphone, "SCORE BY (Y/L/N), THAT MAKES 100 FOR GRYFFINDOR" the crowd screamed, except the Slytherins, who were furious. Luckily, George didn't notice the keeper staring at you. You knew he couldn't control his anger when he got jealous of other guys hitting on you, but when another guy did ANYTHING remotely inappropriate to you, he probably would've done something to get himself banned from the team, and right now, you needed to win. The crowd was going crazy, since Harry found the Snitch, and was about to catch it. He was just inches from catching it, when suddenly, there was a bludger headed straight towards him. Then, George swept behind Harry, in front of the bludger, and whacked it away from him. Only seconds later, Harry caught the snitch, and everyone, except the Slytherins, were cheering. Lee screamed into the microphone, "POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH, GRYFFINDOR WINS THE MATCH!" You screamed along with the rest of the crowd, and you were so proud of your boyfriend, the crowd was was even cheering, instead of Potter, "WEASLEY! WEASLEY! WEASLEY!" You dreamily stared at him, and he winked at you, making you blush.

The next day, you were on your way to your next class, holding hands with George in the corridor, and you saw a few Hufflepuff girls walking past you. Normally, you wouldn't care, but they were whispering and giggling when they said, "Hi George." He said hey back, and they looked as if they might faint. "That was weird." You said. "Don't worry (y/n), I only have eyes for you." "I know, I just don't like other girls checking you out." After that, things only got worse, but you figured out how to stop those hoes from flirting with George. When you saw them getting too close to him, which was annoying for both of you, (that loyal little cutie,) you simply walked up to him and said, "hi Georgie. You look really hot today." And he would move closer to you, and put his hands on you hips, and say, "oh really?" And you would reply yes, and start kissing him passionately, then moving to his neck, leaving hickies everywhere. And then he would grab your bum, and start giving you hickies everywhere. And the whole time he did it to you, you stared the girl straight in the eyes, while she made a disgusted face, and walked away. The next week, you had another Quidditch game, against Slytherin again. The score was 200 for Gryffindor, and 60 for Slytherin. 160 of those points for Gryffindor had been achieved from you. You had scored this many goals before, but you were determined to beat the Hogwarts record for most goals. You even had hoped to be a Chaser professionally one day. You spotted the Quaffle and flew from behind to snatch it out of the Slytherin Chaser's hands. You did this over and over again, and by the time Harry caught the snitch, the score was 370 to 120. Then 150 more points meant Gryffindor defintely won, and you had scored 300 points for your team, crushing the previous record of 240. You and the rest of the team, were so overjoyed that as soon as you came back to the ground, they gave you a big group hug, and the twins lifted you on their shoulders. Then everyone from Gryffindor came to the field from the stands, and were super excited as well. Beating the record meant not only did you get to be on the radar of professional Quidditch teams, and the Gryffindor team was officially the best, but it also gave Gryffindor house 75 points, and a shiny trophy in the trophy room, that would be remembered for generations to come. That night at dinner in the Great Hall, Professor Dumbledore called you up to accept your trophy, and rewarded Gryffindor house with 75 points. You had to hold back tears of joy as you walked back to your table. You sat in between the twins and George gave you a long passionate kiss on the lips, making you smile from ear to ear. Later that night, a huge party was thrown in the common room, where both you and George drank a little too much fire whiskey, making you both a little tipsy. However, this was a Saturday, so you had time to recover. On Monday, things started to get a little out of order again. At first it was OK, the guys from Gryffindor were giving you high fives and congratulating you on winning. But when it moved to other houses, and them touching you not so appropriately, since they weren't your boyfriend, you started to get a little worried. Most of the girls had stopped hitting on George, but the guys had just gotten started. It was really starting to affect your relationship, you were arguing about it, and ignoring it, which made you ignore each other more. You really didn't want this to happen, and you were trying to get all the boys to shove off. Luckily, you and George had stopped ignoring each other, but it was because of an argument. "You think I wanted this to happen? I hate this, I can't stand us fighting, I'm starting to feel unsafe Georgie!" You yelled, with tears forming in your eyes. "Are you sure (y/n)? That you absolutely can't shake them off? Seriously, you look like such a little slut!" The moment that word came out of his mouth, you both instantly regretted it. You let out a sob, and tears started streaming down your face. You were going to run to your bed and cry, but he started apologizing, and you knew he didn't mean it. He held you in his arms, and you cried into his chest. "I-I can't keep doing this, Georgie," "I know, I'm sorry, you'll be alright." Just when you thought it would never stop, something happened, that you'll never forget. Another Gryffindor was sitting in the common room next to you, flirting with you, of course, when he he took it too far. George was watching, as he always was, but he was getting a little jealous. "So, you've gotta be pretty talented to beat a record like that." "Yea, I guess." He suddenly put his on your knee, and leaned in for a kiss, but you put your hands on his shoulders, and shoved him away, then smacked him in the face. You made eye contact with George, seeing his eyes turn dark brown, and nodded with him, both of you knowing exactly what to do next. He moved to the couch where you were sitting, picked you up in his arms, and carried you to his room, most people watching. As soon as you stepped into his room, he locked the door with his wand. He then put you on his bed, went on top of you, and started attacking your neck with open-mouthed kisses, leaving hickies, making you gasp. He moved down closer to your breasts, and quickly unbuttoned your shirt, then unclasping your bra, throwing it across the room, as if he never wanted to see it again. He started kissing your breasts, then massaging them as well. He pinched your nipple, which made you loudly moan. He grinned when he heard it, so he did it to the other breast time, and you moaned even louder. He started kissing them again, but moved down to your skirt, and practically ripped it off you. He didn't waste any time moving to your heat, then taking off your lacy blue underwear, and inserting his tongue into you. You immediately screamed with pleasure, and could feel his grin, as he sucked on your clit. You put your hands in his hair, trying not to scream with every move he made. He knew that the more you distracted yourself by playing with his hair, the less noise you would make. And that's not what he wanted. He wanted you scream his name so everyone could know you were his, and ONLY his. He grabbed your hands and put them above him, still violently thrusting his tongue into you. You ignored this, and put them back in his hair, eyes still shut tight in ecstasy. He once again pushed your hands away from his hair, but you put them back in his hair. By this time, he had enough. He pulled away and said, "Jesus, (y/n), can you just stay still for one minute?" You managed you say, "Never." "Fine." He pulled away from you, grabbed his Gryffindor tie, and tied you up tightly. You liked his dominance, and were ready for more. He looked down at your folds and said, "so wet for me, huh?" And he began sucking on your clit again. You were breathing heavily, and moaning his name, which you could tell was turning him on. He could tell you were close to coming, so he rubbed your thighs, and laughed, which sent vibrations through your body, and as much as you tried to deny it, you couldn't stop what he had done to you. You screamed, "GEORGE!!!!!!!!!" You came, screaming his name, releasing yourself, him taking in everything he could. He slowly pulled his tongue out of you, watching you panting from your orgasm. After a minute or so, you opened your eyes to see George, hovering above you, admiring your beauty, proud that he left you breathless and speechless, and you realized he had untied you. "So, I'll ask you once again, could any other guys do that to you?" You weren't finished though. You wanted more, you wanted him. It wasn't just about him making all the boys know you were his, it was also about making the girls know he was yours. So you innocently said, "oh Georgie, that's not fair." He quickly responded, louder, "what's not fair?!" You giggled, and said, "it's not fair how you can make me feel so good, but I can't do the same to you." "Well I never said you couldn't, (y/n)." "Good." You flipped the two of you over so you were on top, and he was on the bottom. You slowly moved down from his bare chest, to his toned stomach, and finally to his pants. You breathed your hot breath onto his abdomen while you stroked his crotch with you hand, and you could hear his breathy gasp, and feel him getting hard. "You want this baby? " he quickly nodded. "Are you sure? Just from me, no one else?" He nodded again, and you slowly started to unzip his pants, and take them off as slowly as you could. You could tell he was getting impatient, and you were glad. You slowly pulled off his pants, and by now he was squirming. He pulled himself up to try to strip himself, but you pushed him back down. "No, it's my turn. I'm gonna make you feel amazing." You moved back down to his pants, actually taking them off this time, along with his boxers. You told him, "baby, I want you to be as loud as you can. So all those other girls can hear who you belong to." He whispered out, "and I want you to show me who I belong to." You smirked as you grabbed his hard member in your hand and said, "don't worry, I will." You placed your tongue on the tip of his dick, and he immediately moaned. You laughed a little, and placed it in your mouth. He gasped, and you started to suck on it. He was already a moaning mess, and you were loving it. You were massaging his balls as you sucked harder and harder, until he pushed your head towards his cock, making you gag, you pushed his hands away, just as he did to you, but still obeyed what he wanted you to do. He kept moaning, and groaning, and you knew he was about to come, so you did the same thing he did to you to get you to come. You tightly grabbed his hips and moaned with his dick still in your mouth. That was it. He released himself in your mouth, and you swallowed his cum in gulps, not letting a drop of it go. You pulled away from him, and layed on your side next to him. He was still trying to catch his breath, and you smiled at him, proud of what you had done. "So, now do you know that you belong to me?" He had finally caught his breath, and said, "I don't know, do you belong to me?" You smiled as moved your eyes to the ceiling as you said, "wellll, I can think of another way you can show me." "Same here." You were about to ask what, as if you didn't already know, but his fingers were already stroking your vagina. You lightly moaned, and he smirked. He climbed on top of you, and you stared into his eyes, which were now a dark brown. He slowly slipped into you, and you softly moaned. "That's it baby, louder" he said as he went slightly deeper. You wrapped your legs around his waist, telling him to go deeper. "Scream for me." "Make me baby" "of course" he went faster as you scratched your nails on his back. He grabbed your breast with one hand, and held himself up with the other. Before you knew it, he was pounding into you, both of you moaning at every thrust. You flipped him over, and started bouncing on him, hitting your g-spot every time. He wanted to be the dominant one, so he flipped you over again, so now he was on top. He pounded into you, harder and faster than he ever had before. "George, I-I can't f-feel my legs!" "Mhmm" Both of you were moaning, very loud, and as much as you tried to hide it, you were close. But George knew, he always did. He whispered into your ear, "come for me baby. Scream so the world can know you're mine." And with just one more thrust, you came, with following closely after. "GEOOOORGE!!!!!!!!" screamed so loud you were sure even the people in the Slytherin dorms could hear. He pulled himself off of you, both of you still panting, trying to catch your breath. "(Y/n)?" "Yes, Georgie?" "I'm so yours." "Good. Because I'm yours." He winked at you, making you blush. "So, should we go downstairs, and make sure everyone got the message?" "I would love to, but I'm not sure how." "What do you mean? Did I hurt you?" "No, I still can't feel my legs." "Oh really? Let me have a look then." He smirked, took the sheets off you, and stared at your naked body. Not in a creepy way, but in a cherishing way. "Well I don't see anything wrong with them." He ran his hand from your hip to your breast, then back down to your stomach, and he added a hand, and you knew what he was doing. "George! No! Stop!" He tickled you, and you laughed so hard you couldn't breathe. He finally stopped, and you caught your breath. "Now how are those legs feeling?" You looked at him, and said, "they're not feeling anything. I-I think, you'll need to carry me." "Well, I think you should get dressed first. We wouldn't want anyone else to see what belongs to me." "Of course not baby." He grabbed all of your clothes from around his room, and watched as he slowly put everything back on your body for you. He started with your panties, blue, with lace, the ones that you knew he liked. As he put them on, he breathed his hot breath on your vagina, making you gasp, slightly turning you on. He let out a small laugh. "Don't worry love, there'll be time for that later tonight, it's seems to me as that's what you were planning on." "You know you like it when I wear these." "And how do you that Miss (y/l/n)?" "Because Mr. Weasley, I found them in your pocket the other day." "Oh, right. Forgot about that." He pulled your panties all the way on, then moved to your skirt, then your bra, and your button up shirt. While he was buttoning it up, he gave you small kisses on your breasts. Once he finished that, he moved back to your legs, slipped on your tights, and put on your shoes. Then, you watched him get dressed, looking for all his clothes around the room. When he finally got all his clothes on, he moved back to you, still lying on the bed, and said, "well, are you sure you can't get up?" You playfully said, "I am absolutely certain." "Alright then." He wrapped his arms around you, and picked you up, bridal style. He then put you down, so you were standing up, and then you fell to the ground, him catching you before your bum hit it. "See, I wasn't joking, I really can't feel my legs Georgie." He looked down and said, "oh, sorry (y/n)." You giggled and said, "don't worry Georgie, I feel wonderful." And with that, he carried you to the common room. There, some people cheered for you, while the girls gave you the evil eye, and gossiped about you. And the guys muttered words like, "lucky" and "I'm the one who deserves a piece of that ass." But you didn't care, they could talk about you two all they wanted, but they weren't the ones in your relationship. You looked at George and said, "so, I know you already ate something, but did you wanna head to dinner?" "I'd love that" he carried you to the dining hall, and carried you back when you were finished. From then on, hardly anyone ever flirted with either of you again, and when they did, well, you know. ;)

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Fred Weasley x Reader Imagine: "The Girl Who Read"

Going to Flourish and Blotts, and meeting Fred there, and him offering to buy you a book. I got this idea from a relateable post I saw on pinterest: it said I wish that a guy, instead of buying me a drink, a guy would come up to me at Barnes and noble and buy me a book" or something like that. So here's my fantasy put into an imagine... It was your fourth year at Hogwarts, and you went to Diagon Alley to pick up all of the school supplies you would need. You were a muggleborn, but both your parents had abandoned you after they found out you we're a witch. They never supported your hopes and dreams anyway, so it was no surprise when they kicked you out of the house for being something that they considered so grotesque and unnatural. You didn't mind though. You had enjoyed being in the wizarding world more than being with those people. You refused to call them your family, because they weren't yours, instead you had an owl named Kate, who was a golden masked owl. She was the prettiest owl ever seen, but that's not the main reason you loved her. You loved her because she had a heart of gold. (Get it? Because she's a golden masked owl? Bad joke, sorry) She loved all other owls, and protected you from humans she didn't trust. She kept you out of trouble, and helped you though a lot. Not to mention she was smarter than any other human you had ever met. You were currently sitting on the second floor of the bookstore. You had chosen a bad day to come, because the store was full of witches who were obsessed with some git name Gilderoy Lockhart. It was so loud and crowded, which was why you chose to stay upstairs. You were sitting on a bean bag, sipping warm pumpkin juice, reading an incredible book about magical creatures, which you were totally obsessed with, when you heard the bell on the door ring, for the millionth time today, and saw a large group of red heads, with one brunette. You knew who they were, they we're the Weasleys. Although you didn't know them too well, since they weren't in Ravenclaw, you had heard plenty about them. Percy, the stuck up prefect, Ron, the wizards chess legend, and Fred and George, the adorable pranksters. As soon as the brunette boy was seen, everybody turned around and made a big fuss, so you immediately knew who it was. It was Harry Potter, the boy who lived. But you were (y/n), the girl who read, or at least was trying. You looked up, to see one of the twins staring at you. You knew it was Fred, you we're one of the few people who could tell them apart. At this point, Kate was sitting next too you, and she gave you a hoot of approval,telling you that you could trust him. "Um, can I help you Fred?" He turned red as soon as you asked, and said, "(y/n), I know you don't know me," you interrupted him and said, "oh I know exactly who you are Fred Weasley." Kate gave a hoot of laughter and you shot her a look telling her to watch it. "Right, well, I saw that you looked really into reading it, so I wanted to buy you that book." You were still curious, so you stood up and asked him, "um, any reason why? Oh wait, let me guess: you want me to owe you a favor, so later I'll help you with your homework or something." He looked you straight in the eyes and said, "no, I just-I just really like you." He said with a smile. "You what?" "I like you (y/n). As like, more than a friend, and I'm sorry if I'm being forward, but I needed to tell you, so..." You gave him a kiss on the cheek, and he stopped talking, and blushed once again. "Yes Fred, you can buy me this book." He looked very hopeful and happy. "So, you like me back?" You giggled, "of course. I think you're cute, and funny." "Really?!" You winked at him, like he always did those cute winks of his. "Fred! Where are you?" Molly called. "Is that your mum?" "Yeah." He looked down and blushed. You lifted up his chin and said, "Don't be embarrassed, she is super sweet. Once I saved Ron's arse by helping him write a report for his midterm, since he would have failed without me, and she sent me a box of her amazing fudge. But I don't know how she found out." He sheepishly said, "Oh, Ron told me, and I told her you saved him." "Awww, that was so sweet of you Freddie!" "FRED WEASLEY! Where are you!" Molly called again. "Well, you should probably get back." "Of course, but I should buy you this book first. " he said as he gently took it from your hands. "Oh, right. You know, it really is quite interesting, you should give it a read. Better than Lockhart's books for sure." You said as you went down the stairs. He went to the register and pulled a few sickles out of his pocket and gave it to the man standing there. The two of you walked up to his family, and Molly let out a sigh of relief, "oh there you are Fred, where have you been? " she turned to you and said, "Oooh! And who is this? " Fred put his arm around your shoulder and said, "Mum, this is (y/n). She's the smart girl who helped Ron with his homework last year." Her eyes lit up, "Oh! so you're the one Freddie's always talking about. My, you're even prettier than he said you were!" He blushed as soon as she that. "Well, now that you're here, I don't suppose you'd like to continue shopping with us, would you?" Fred turned to you and looked at you hopefully. You said, "of course! I'd love to, I'm here all by myself anyway." Fred smiled wide, gave you a hug, and planted a kiss on your temple. He opened up the book, and suddenly became very interested in it. You were reading it with him, until Draco Malfoy walked up to Harry and got up in his face about being too famous or something, (you never really paid any attention to anything he said,) when Ginny went up to him and told him to leave him alone, he said, "oh look Pottah, you've got yourself a girlfriend!" You couldn't stand to see him being such a jerk so you said, rather loudly,"Hey everyone look, Draco's jealous! " he quickly replied, red in the face, "am, am not! " "ooh look, he's blushing! " (ps guys I ship drarry) just then, while everyone was laughing, draco's father walked in, and everyone tried to contain their laughter, but continued giggling. "Draco, what's happened here? " he asked. "Nothing" he quickly replied. His father continued to make extremely rude remarks about Hermione and her parents, and the Weasleys, when he said something that made you loose it. "What's the use of being a disgrace to the wizarding world, if they don't even pay you well for it?" You got up in his face and said, "What's the use of being an asshat if no one gives a shit about it? Huh, Lucius?" "Well, you must be the other smart one. The girl who read. Obsessed with books I see? " "Yea, because at least I know how to read. " He looked at you with a shocked face, almost as much as everyone else's. No one ever stood up to Lucius Malfoy like that, and no one stood up to defend the Weasleys, either. He clearly had no words to say, so you waved him good bye and gave Draco a sarcastic smile, and they both stormed out, with looks of embarrassment on their faces. You turned to the Weasleys and said "let's get going, " as if it was no big deal, and then Fred gently but quickly grabbed your face and planted his soft lips on yours. You put your hands on his neck, and when he pulled away, he looked you in the eyes, his hands still on your face, and said, "thank you so much, (y/n). " you asked, "for what? " and he took his hand off your face and said, "for standing up for us" you still didn't get it. Ginny said, "(y/n), no one's ever stood up to him like that. " you suddenly understood. You looked back at Fred and said, "well Fred, I guess we're even now. " he laughed and said, "trust me (y/n), that won't be the last book I buy for 'the girl who read'." And he gave you a wink, that you absolutely adored.

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George Weasley x Reader Imagine: Proposal: “I Loved You Before I Even Knew What the Word Love Meant.”

You were still in shock, it all happened so fast. You had just arrived at The Burrow, after flying there on brooms. You all had to drink Polyjuice Potion to look like Harry, so the Death Eaters wouldn’t know who to kill. It was quite a traumatic experience, one you were sure you would have nightmares about forever. Both Mad Eye and Hedwig died, both of whom, you were very close to. However, the person you were closest to, your fiance, George Weasley, had his ear cut off by a horrible curse. Even though no one knew you two were engaged, you definitely weren’t planning on telling anyone tonight. Fred and Arthur were the first to arrive at The Burrow, with both of them sitting on the couch, when you arrived. You were trying your best to carry George into the house, with his arm slung around your neck. Fred and Arthur sat impatiently, when they saw the horrific sight through the window. The quickly got up and helped you carry him to the couch.

George was lying down on the couch, you standing a few feet away from him, still in shock, when Fred walked over to you and pointed his wand at you furiously. You put your hands up, unable to say any words, and everyone exclaimed, “FRED? What are you DOING?!” especially Ginny, who was practically your sister. Tears were streaming down your cheeks by now, but his wand was still pointed at you, when he asked, to prove that you’re really his sister, “WHEN DID GEORGE PROPOSE TO YOU?!” You stuttered out the best you could, “F-f-fred!”

“WHEN?!!”

“OUR LAST YEAR AT HOGWARTS!” you scream through your tears. And Fred realized that you truly, without a doubt, were the girl that dearly loved his twin, and never meant for anything bad to happen to him. He quickly lowered his wand, walks over to you, and starts apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry, (y/n), I’m so, so sorry...”

You hug him back, very tightly, and the both of you walk over to George, on the couch and of course, even in immense pain, George still makes a joke, which of course, you laugh at. His humor was one of the many things you loved about him. He looks up at you, standing above him, brushing his hair out of his face, attempting to calm him down, and he says, “Woah, am I dead? because that looks like an angel.” You smile at him, and he says, “Hi beautiful. I guess Freddie told everyone our little secret, huh?”

“Yeah, sorry guys...”

You said in unison, “It’s ok Freddie.” and smile at each other.

Later that night, George is feeling much better, and besides the drowsiness, almost back to his normal self. Of course that doesn’t stop you from constantly asking if he’s alright, bringing him plenty of food and water, and showering him with kisses, so happy to see him ok. (Not that he minded any of these things.) You bandaged and cleaned him up, and you were barely shaking of fear anymore. You were all sitting down together, when Mrs. Weasley asks, “So, about George’s proposal...” “Oh right,” you put down the cup of tea you had been sipping. Ginny says, “Ooh! Tell me the story again, I love it every time you tell me.” Everyone looks at her quizzically, and asks, “Every time? Wait Ginny, so you knew all along too?” “Oops, sorry.” “Well I guess everyone is full of surprises tonight. Anyone else want to chime in?” You raise your hand and say, “Oh yeah, I’ll go first. I’m pregnant.” The whole family gasps, and George had the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face. You tell them you’re just joking, and everyone lets out a sigh of relief. At any other time, they would’ve been overjoyed, but with Voldemort and the war and everything, the baby probably wouldn’t have been safe. However, you look over at George, at see that he has a very disappointed look on his face. So you tell him, “Sorry Georgie. But probably one day.” His face brightens up again, and he says, “Really?” and you reply, “Definitely.” He hugs you tight, because he loves the idea of having a family with you. “Alright, enough joking around, let’s go back to the proposal. George, when did you propose to her exactly?”

So, it started with a romantic stroll, probably your last, until you graduated and got to be with George and Fred again. We knew at that time that they would perform the legendary prank that would get them expelled. We were talking about how much we’d miss each other, when he got really serious all of a sudden. You were a little scared, since George being serious wasn’t something you were used to. You asked what was wrong, and he said, “(y/n), I have never been as madly in love with someone as I am with you. I’m going to miss you so much, and I never want to let you go, which is why I want you to come with me, help me and Fred run the shop. After all, it was your idea, and we couldn’t possibly run it without you.” You were pretty surprised, and told him, “But George, I still need to graduate, I just can’t. But I can come help you after I graduate.” “(Y/n), I know, but I want you to be with me now.” You gasped when he got down on one knee, “(Y/f/n) (y/l/n), I am madly head over heels in love with you. I’ve loved you since we kids. Hell, I loved you before I even knew what the word love meant. I want to spend everyday of my life with you, I want to have beautiful children with you, I want to grow old with you, and so much more, but for now, I want you to be my wife, and for me to be your husband.” You replied, still completely surprised,

“George, I...”

“Look, I’m not asking you to marry me-”

“Well technically, you are.”

“You’re right, what I mean to say is, we don’t have to have a huge grand reception or anything...”

“Um, George,”

“...And we certainly don’t need to do it now, we can wait, or...”

“GEORGE!”

“Oh, sorry (y/n), let me slow down and start again. *clears throat* (y/f/n) (y/l/n), you are the love of my life, and I want for you to be mine, and me to be yours, so, will you marry me?”

“You didn’t let me finish from before.”

“Oh, sorry, (y/n).”

“I was going to say yes.”

“Yes to what?”

“Yes, I’ll come help you with the shop, I’ll be yours forever, and I will marry you!”

You were so anxious to kiss him that as soon as he put in the ring, you knocked the box out of his hand, and practically chocked him, you were hugging him so tight.

“After that, I got a special note from all of the teachers, who of course all despised Umbridge, so I would still graduate, just a tad earlier than everyone else. “Wow, it gets better every time,” said Ginny. By now, you were so tired that you were falling asleep in George’s arms. He looked down at you and smiled. “That was the best decision I've ever made.” You wanted to stay like this forever, surrounded by the only family you knew, wearing another one of George’s sweaters, this time a yellow with a red G on it. It smelled like him, and being so close to someone you love so much was making you want to cuddle with him even more.

Molly asks, “Georgie, did you get her a ring or something?” You take off your necklace that you wore all the time, that had the ring attached to it, and take the ring off the chain. Then George said, “Allow me,” and put it on for you, everyone leaning in, trying to see, and you extend your hand so everyone can see. The girls gasp and the boys go, “Nice job George” and everyone said, “How did u afford that?” And he says “All the products we were selling that year, and I had to borrow some of Fred’s profit as well.”

You hugged Fred and said, “You’re an incredible brother Fred.” You wrapped your arms around his waist and he hugged you back and said “It was worth it for a sister like you (y/n).”

And George said, “I was gonna tell him after I proposed, but I needed to tell him then,” Then Molly says, “Ginny, how did you find out?” “A bit of snooping, then I asked what was going on, and she said I can't tell anyone, not even you and Dad.” George says, “Alright everyone, we can talk more about the wedding tomorrow, but we should probably get to bed.” To your surprise and delight, he picks you up bridal style and carries you to up to his room, even though you shared a room with Ginny, and set you down on his bed ever so gently, as if you were a fragile vase. He laid down next to you and hooked his arms around your waist, and pulled you as close to him as possible. He felt warm and made you feel safe. You placed your hands on his chest, and your head under his chin, and let out a small giggle. He laughed slightly and said, “I knew you weren't asleep.”

“No, but you make it difficult to not to be.” you said, “Georgie?”

“Yes love?”

“I love you”

“I love u more.”

~The End~

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geminio-weasley-imagines-blog · 9 years ago

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Weasley Twins Oneshot: “Hi Boys.”

Imagine being a trouble-maker transfer from Beauxbatons, who loves to climb and hang on things, which interests the Weasley Twins.

“Fred! George! You gotta come see this new girl from Beauxbatons! She’s hanging from a skeleton in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom!” Lee yelled. They immediately got up off the couch in the common room and ran to see a beautiful girl, carelessly hanging from the ceiling. Although they had to get through lots of people to get a good look at her, she didn’t seem care that anyone was there. She was just relaxing, not hanging there for any attention or anything, she simply hung there, as if was just a normal seat, without a care in the world. That was, until the twins showed up. They stared at her in awe, and she put her head up slightly, and calmly said,

“Hi boys.” and winked, leaving them speechless.

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[I was looking for a particular headcanon post and stumbled across this, and now I’m overcome by feels about George’s stubbornness. Like 90% of the time, what Fred says goes, and George is just like lol okay cool whatever you want. 5% of the time George’s conscience pipes up and he digs in his heels and it’s like the proverbial unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. Except George is actually a little more immovable than Fred is unstoppable, and there may be a week of fighting but in the end The Thing Will Not Happen. Ludo Bagman will not get blackmailed and the defensive line will never again be sold to suspected Death Eaters. And as I’ve said before, Fred’s way of losing an argument is to vaguely pretend he was supporting the other side all along and shrug the whole thing off ASAP. Then while Fred storms around moodily for a day or two, George is just in the corner, gloating over a cup of tea.

And then there’s the 5% of the time that Fred’s too proud to admit he needs family and comfort. He insists he’s fine sleeping alone, that the pain isn’t that bad, that the nightmares don’t frighten him. And all the while he’s having an indignant hissy fit, George is just like “No. Nope. Sleeping in your room tonight. Too bad. Tough luck. Get over it, pal.” Because he loves him too much to let him have his own way.

Which is also how you handle toddlers, incidentally.]

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Fred Weasley x Reader: Proposal You Still Manage To Love Me

Fred Weasley’s Proposal: Your parents hate Fred Weasley, and claim he’s not good enough for you, so you run away to The Burrow, and Fred surprises you.

~Warnings: slight cursing, horrible parents, a little bit of snogging~Also I based the reader’s parents off of what my own parents would do in this situation, so maybe some of you can relate.~

“Why are you with that jackass anyway!”

You were arguing with your muggle parents about your boyfriend Fred Weasley. They really hated him. Not to say that they liked you that much either, but they couldn’t stand you two together.

“Because mother and father, he’s the sweetest and cutest man I’ve ever met, and it’s not my fault that you hate us!”

Your parents didn’t like him for about a million reasons, but the main ones were, A. He was a wizard, and your family was completely against any kind of magic, and when they found out that you were a witch, you went from “World’s Best Daughter!” to a complete disgrace and embarrassment. B. His family was what they called, “dirt poor.” Sure, they were no Malfoys, but as far as love and care and compassion goes, the had all the money in Gringott’s Bank, and more. Plus, no matter what, Fred always tried to get everything your heart desired, to make you happy, even though being with him was enough. And C. Your horrible parents believed that he was the reason you didn’t graduate. Although they weren’t really in favor of you going to Hogwarts, they at least wanted you to have some sort of a degree.

However, despite all these things that they said to try to convince you otherwise, you didn’t give a shit about anything they said anymore. They didn’t know you, or know what you wanted, or how you felt. They never asked your opinion about anything, or cared what you said. It was always, “No, you’re not going to Hogwarts!” and, “There is absolutely no way you’re going to drop out for some good-for-nothing prankster!”

“Look, he loves me, way more than you do. So if I love him, and I want to be with him, you’re gonna deal with it.”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT, young lady!”

Finally, you had had enough. “FINE! THEN I’M LEAVING, AND NEVER COMING BACK!”

You stomped up the stairs, packed everything you owned into a suitcase, and apparated to The Burrow, before your parents could stop you.

As soon as you got there, the Weasleys said your name together, “(y/n)!!!”

You said, “Hey guys! I’m really sorry, I got into a huge fight with my parents, and-and, I just couldn’t take it anymore. Would it be alright if I stayed, just for a few days, until I figure something out, I promise I won’t be much trouble, and I can leave if...”

“NO! Please (y/n), stay” “We love having you here...” “Please mum, can she stay, pleaaaassseee?”

Molly replied, with a warm smile, “Of course dear, you can stay here as long as you’d like.”

“Really?”

“Yes, you’re a part of our family, and we love you.”

You walked over to her and Arthur, with tears of joy in your eyes, as you hug them both at the same time, saying a million thank you’s. You break apart from the hug, and notice Ginny, her face bright, and her smile happier than ever, that she had a sister like you, so you walked over and gave her a hug too.

Then, you noticed a tall, ginger-haired, freckled man, with another huge smile on his face, proud that he had a wonderful, sweet, beautiful, amazing girlfriend, that his whole family adored. That man just happened to be your lovely boyfriend, and little did you know, your soon-to-be, fiance, Fred Weasley.

You walked over to him, and said, “Hi Freddie. You look handsome. He was wearing his work suit. He stood up, smile still on his face, and replied, “Hey beautiful. Feeling alright?” You stepped closer to him, and said, “Oh, I’m feeling much better now.”

“Really? And why is that?”

“Oh, I think you know why...”

You grabbed his tie and pulled him into a kiss. You knew he loved it when you did that. He wrapped his hands around your waist, you moved your hands up to his ginger hair, and the two of you were kissing, until,

“Ewww! Seriously, guys, get a room!” Ron shouted.

The two of you broke apart, and he said, “Come on, let’s take up your bag to my room.” The two of you went upstairs to his room, and you said, “Thanks again Molly and Arthur.” They gave you a warm smile before you quickly went up the steps and went into Fred and George’s room. It was neatly organized, with Ireland Quidditch posters all around the room. It looked exactly like it did when you stayed at The Burrow for summers, back when you went to Hogwarts. You looked in the drawers for something warmer, and comfier to change into other than the shorts and tank top that you were currently wearing. You Reached into your own suitcase, pulled a pair of black leggings, and went to Fred’s drawers, to grab a Gryffindor Quidditch baseball tee, and a Gryffindor scarf, even though you already had one of your own. You liked it because it smelled like him, and your Amortentia. You had gotten undressed, Fred had already changed, and you noticed him staring at you, smiling.

“You like what you see, Weasley?”

“Indeed I do, (y/l/n).”

This made you smile, and blush, as you looked down at your feet. He walked over to you, lifted your chin, and gave you a soft kiss on the lips, then slowly going down to your jawline, finding your sweet spot and gently sucking on it.

“Oh no you don’t, Mr. Weasley!” you said, gently pushing him away.

“Aw, why not?”

“Because, there’ll be plenty of time for that later. For now, I just want to spend time with you, and the family.”

“Alright, want to go for a walk?” he asked sweetly.

“I’d love that.” He offered you his hand, and you took it.

The two of you went downstairs to find the Weasleys talking, while Molly prepared dinner. “Where are you two going?” Molly asked as the two of you walked out the door, hand-in-hand. “We’re just going for a walk, mum.”

“Alright, but make sure to bundle up, it’s a little chilly outside. And take good care of (y/n), alright Fred?”

“Don’t worry mum. I will.” he winked at you, making you giggle a little. You grabbed a sweater, a blue one, with a silver F on it. You both walked outside The Burrow, closing the door behind you, and started walking.

It didn’t take long for you to start ranting about your parents and why you left. But unlike your parents, Fred listened, and genuinely cared about what you had to say. “I mean, ‘he’s not good enough for you!’? Bullshit! My baby is more than good enough for me, and they need to know that!” You looked at Fred, and realized how long you had been ranting. “I’m sorry. It’s just, I was pretty, well, actually very upset with them, but now that I’m here with you, I feel so much better.” You were now standing in front of him, your hands holding his.

“I know, it’s alright, I just want you to be happy.” He looked really excited for some reason, and you had no idea what was going on. Then suddenly, he got down on one knee, and you gasped, and put your hands over your mouth, trying to contain your excitement.

“(y/f/n) (y/l/n), you know me better than anyone else in this world, and somehow you still manage to love me. You are my best friend and one true love. There is still a part of me today that cannot believe that I’m lucky enough to be with you. I cherish every moment I have with you, happy or sad, good or bad, as long as we’re together. I want you to be mine, and me to be yours. So, will you make me the happiest, luckiest man in the universe, and marry me?”

You were still in shock, but you managed to take your hands away from your mouth, and practically scream, “y-y-YES!!! YES I’LL MARRY YOU!!!”

He slipped the ring on while you waited impatiently for him to stand up so you could kiss him like you’d never see him again. “Perfect.”

As soon as he stands up, you throw your arms around his neck, almost making him fall over, and kiss him like there was no tomorrow. When you pulled away, there were tears of joy, streaming down your face, and Fred put his soft hands on your cheeks and wiped them away with his thumbs. You whispered, “I love you Fred Weasley.” and he whispered back, “I love you more (y/f/n) Weasley.” You hugged him tightly, and once again, crashed your lips onto his. This kiss turns into more of a snogging session, and when you finally bring your lips to his, you say, “Um, Fred?” “Yes love?” “Shouldn’t we go back inside? I’m a little cold.”

As soon as you say that, he takes off his Varsity Quidditch Jacket, and helps you put it on, while you silently think to yourself, see mother and father? He’s a perfect gentleman. You wouldn’t have done that, given up your coat so I would feel warm.

He took his hand in yours, and the two of you started walking towards The Burrow, on the way, talking about all the memories from when you were kids. When you walked through the door, everyone looked up and smiled, and Molly exclaimed, “Fred? Where have you been? If you stayed out there any longer, our poor (y/n) could have gotten a cold! Then Ginny says, “Yeah Fred, some of us would like to spend time with her too.” “Thanks Gin.”, you winked. Ron blurted out, “But seriously, besides snogging,” This time George makes a gagging sound, “What were you two even doing?”

You look at each other, bite your lip, trying to contain your excitement, and Fred nods, telling you to tell the family. You slowly pull your hand out of your pocket, and show everyone the ring. Everyone gasps, and George gives Fred a hug saying, “Finally, you asked her,” which made you so happy to see the love of your life with his twin. Then George gave you a hug, then Ginny, then Molly, then Arthur, then everyone else, accidentally shoved Fred out of the way to hug the newest Weasley, until it was all one big group hug. Then Fred said, “Um, guys? can I hug my fiance please?” Molly replied, “Oh Fred, you’ll have plenty of time to spend with her later.” This made you smile from ear to ear, at the incredible, amazing family, that actually wanted to spend time with you.

~The end~

Happy Valentine’s Day, Geminios! I really hope you liked this proposal, I have a George one coming soon. I’m sorry if there’s some mistakes, I wrote the second half at 5 in the morning, and I’ve been sick all week. Please request, like, repost, and follow. Love, VA (Vivian and Amber) ;)

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Fred and George Weasley aren’t boys. They are bombs with very colorful fuses.

Minerva McGonagall (via incorrecthogwartsquotes)

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Fred Weasley x Reader Imagine: Filibuster Fireworks

-Requested-

my-smile-rock asked:

Hi, Can you do one Fred x Reader imagine, where she is Harry's twin and she wants to join DA, but Harry is overprotective and they had a rough argument. She's got upset and Fred comforts her because he loves her. And they get together, because they were crushing on each other. Harry finds out and he accept it. I will be si glad if you make it. ❤

"Harry! That's not fair! Why can't I be in the army too? " you were currently in the middle of an explosive argument with Harry in the room of requirements. Harry didn't want you fighting in Dumbledore’s Army, even though you were twins. You both made the Dark Lord disappear, and you both had a lighting bolt scar to prove it, even though his was on the right, and yours was on the left side of your forehead.

"Because (y/n), I don't want you to get hurt. I want to protect you."

"I can protect myself! I'm better at magic than you and you know it!"

"I just don't want you getting hurt!"

"Harry, we both are in trouble. I know Voldemort is more obsessed with finding you than me, but he wants us both dead!”

"(Y/n)!"

"NO! We both lost our parents that night in Godrick’s Hollow, we both have the scar that made us famous, and we're both fighting in this war, for this army, whether you like it or not!"

He suddenly came up to you very closely and grabbed your forearm so tightly that it almost hurt.

"I am not. Letting you fight. In this army. "

His voice was so suddenly calm and serious that it scared you a little. What ever happened to your twin brother, the one who was so excited to go to Diagon Alley, to see and explore the wizarding world for the first time when he was eleven?

Voldemort. That's what happened. He hurt your baby brother (although only by a minute or two,) and he also hurt you, and killed your parents, not to mention countless others. He was going to pay for what he did, and you were gonna make him. Whether Harry liked it or not.

"Yes. I. Am. Now get. Off. Me. " you fiercely ripped your arm out of his grip, and stormed out of the door before he could say another word. Even though you weren't allowed out of the castle when it was dark outside, you went straight towards the Forbidden Forest. You knew most people thought it was scary there, but you actually quite enjoyed the cool air and the moonlight on your face. You were so pissed off at Harry, at Voldemort, and at about a million other things that were wrong in your life.

You furiously threw a Filibuster Firework into the air and watched it explode. You didn't know why, but for some reason, they made you feel better. The bright colors and loud explosions helped create the physical form of your anger. And they reminded you of the other set of twins, Fred and George Weasley. They were your best friends in the entire world. They were usually the ones to calm you down from anything, plus they taught you to use the fireworks to get your anger out. And the only other set of twins, other than the Patil twins, in the entire school. Just when you thought the fireworks had ended, you heard more explode, but this time, they were further away from you. You quickly walked towards where they were coming from, unafraid of what might have caused them. You weren't afraid of anything, except loosing your friends and family, since you had already lost one. You reached the spot where they were coming from, and saw a tall, red headed figure. You could see half of his face in the glow of the fireworks, and he looked calm, now that the fireworks had exploded.

"Fred? Are you alright? What happened? " He wasn't scared or surprised when he saw you. Instead he looked really happy.

"Hey (y/n), just getting some anger out. "

"Umbridge?" You, unfortunately, had the worst person ever to walk the earth as your headmaster. Seriously, she was even worse than Voldemort, and that was saying something coming from you. Only this time, you couldn't defeat her.

He said, "Yeah. I was planning the perfect prank, and then she came and ruined the whole thing. "

“Did you get caught? And where's George? " You quickly replied, eager to know the answers.

"No, we ran away, and he's planning the next prank. That's how he he gets his Umbridge anger out. But what about you? Why are you angry?"

You explained how Harry didn't want you to be a part of the army, and how he was being unfair, since Voldemort was after both of you.

"And I just...I love him, I really do, but if anyone needs to train, it's me and him."

He looked at you with worried eyes, and took your hand in his.

"He just wants you to be safe" He looked deeply into your eyes, "We all do. We all love you, and care about you, and we'd hate to see you...well..."

He gripped your hand a little tighter now, and you tell he really didn't want to let go. You grabbed his other hand and stood in front of him. As soon as you looked at him again, you could see him sweating a little.

"Fred, are you OK? You seem really nervous." He looked into your eyes, his hands still shaking a little, and said, "(y/n), I need to tell you something."

Now you were starting to worry.

"I really like you. I want you to know that, but even more, I want you to be alive. I know you can protect yourself, but we all need more practice. So you should go back to Harry, and tell him that. I need you to be safe. And if Harry doesn't understand, I'll talk to him."

You giggled and whispered, "Oh Fred, I'll be safe, as long as you're next to me. And, now that I know that you like me, how about Hogsmeade next weekend?"

"Really?"

"Of course! I would love to be the girlfriend of the amazing Fred Weasley." you winked at him.

"Now, how about we go back to the common room, I'm freezing. "

"Oh right. Of course.” He took off his green sweater that had an orange F on it, and handed it to you. You loved that he was a gentleman.

“You know, I really love Filibuster Fireworks.”

“Me too, (y/n).”

He grabbed your hand, and the two of walked balk to the Gryffindor common room, where there was a warm, crackling fire. The two of you sat on the couch, cuddling, and fell asleep. Later, you were woken by footsteps, coming from the boy's dormitory. You opened your eyes only slightly, to see Harry, standing on the last step of the staircase, looking at the two of you, shocked that his best friend's older brother, by two years to be exact, was so close to you. He quietly went back up the stairs, not knowing he had woken you.

It had been two days since your fight with Harry, but he hadn't brought up the DA or Fred yet. Although, it was quite obvious that you two were together. You always held hands and occasionally snogged in the hallways.

Harry finally brought it up three days later, after a DA meeting.

"Hey (y/n), could I talk to you for a second? " he asked while everyone was leaving. Of course, being the sweetheart that he is, Fred walked up, grabbed your hand, and said, "Are you gonna be alright?"

You quickly replied, "Yeah, I'll be fine." And gave him a peck on the lips before he left with George.

"So, I guess you and Fred are together now?" You looked back at him after watching the twins leave and replied, "Yes. "

"Good. I want you to be with someone who can protect you. "

"Harry, I'm not with him so he can protect me, I can do that by myself. I'm with him because I love him, and we can protect each other. "

"Right, well, I want you to know that I'm alright with you dating. "

"Good. Because even if you weren't I wouldn't care. "

"I know," he said as he pulled you into a hug.

"Come on baby brother."

"You know we're twins, right?"

"Yea, but I'm still older, by a few minutes."

"You're never gonna let that go are you?"

"Nope. " you said as you ruffled his hair and the two of you walked out the door, with your arm around his neck, standing right next to him.

~The end~

Hey Geminios! Sorry this took so long, I want to give a HUGE thank you to my-smile-rock for waiting this long! I’m sorry it’s on a different account, but my other one was frozen. You can still see it though. However, all the imagines that I created can be found on this blog. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE request something! I have an amazing proposal by Fred coming on Tuesday, and probably one from George on Wednesday or Friday, for a special Valentine’s Day Imagine. Please request, like, and follow me, because I’ll be uploading a TON very soon.

#finally #sorry #thanks for waiting #cuddles #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #george weasley #george weasley imagine #hp imagine #harry potter imagine #hp #harry potter #imagine #reader insert #imagines

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