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Things we never said

Part 3🧡 Here is Part 1 / Part 2 so u can catch up.

Part 3 is hereeee🥁

This one is a little longer… I plan on writing one more part, sooo if you have any requests feel free to tell me🧡 I appreciate your comments under part 2🫶🏼

Summary: The Weasley twins have a history full of pranks and laughter with y/n, whose past also holds unrequited love for George. But this year at Hogwarts she tries to overcome these feelings …with more or less success.

Maybe the boy who caused them can’t help but want his girl’s attention back.

English is not my first language. I read through it often to avoid any mistakes in my grammar, but if a couple stayed, SORRY🧡

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As I walk down the corridor, the cold breeze in the air reminds me of last night’s storm.

I didn’t sleep much. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw hundred different scenarios play out in my head—what I should say, what the mood would be like, how George might act.

The Great Hall buzzes with noise—voices overlapping as students crowd around the long tables, excited for the match. Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw. Quidditch days always have their own sort of energy, like the castle itself is holding it’s breath. I always try to wear something red on these days—cheering for Gryffindor, for the team… mostly for the twins.

Mostly for him.

“Morning, Y/N,” Fred says, the first to notice me as I nervously approach our usual table.

Hermione to that turns from her plate excitedly to me “Oh good you are here! I have some gossip to share.” she says, as I plop down opposite to her on the bench.

I smile, trying to play it cool. “Can’t wait,” I say, though my eyes flicker down the table, already searching.

George sits a few seats away, his head tipped back, laughing at something in one of those ridiculous joke magazines. He looks relaxed.

The feeling that crawls over me is hard to name. Disappointment, maybe. Or something heavier. I don’t know. I’d expected—hoped—for something else.

It probably shows on my face because when I pull my gaze from him, my eyes caught Fred’s who was trying to shoot apologetic glances in my way. I do the same thing asking for forgiveness about the other night.

Trying to shake off the feeling I grab some toast, while Hermione seeing that I settled leane over. “I heard from Padma, who heard from Hannah Abbott, who swears she overheard some girl saying that you and Cormac kissed last night.”

I choked a little on my toast. “What?”

I heard Fred’s “Oh” and then a chuckle. My eyes went to George who didn’t even bother to hide how amused he was by all of this. Suddenly listening in the conversation.

Hermione continues, oblivious. “But as your friend, I wanted to ask first, because—” she lowers her voice, “the last person I imagine you with is him.”

“Well…” I shift uncomfortably, trying to meet her eyes, as if I can tell her the truth telepathically. Saying it out loud feels too final. Too real.

“Do you hear that, Fred? Mystery solved,” George says suddenly, his voice loud and sharp with fake amusement.

But his eyes…His eyes are anything but joking.

Fred’s fork hovers halfway to his mouth. He chuckles awkwardly, trying to keep the mood light.

I force a scoff. “Glad I could clear that up for you.” I can’t believe him—making fun of me.

George flicks the magazine closed with two fingers. “Yeah? Well—” He cuts off, glancing at Fred beside him.

Fred must have nudged him under the table. Some silent conversation passes between them. In the end, George sighs and tosses his hands on the table, shaking his head like he’s trying to let it go, then turns back to his plate as if the conversation didn’t happen.

I guess that’s it. Of course it is. Why would he care enough to push further? So I do the same.

I stay silent.

Fred clears his throat loudly, clearly trying to reset the energy. “So! Quidditch strategy—”

George pretends to eat, but I can still feel it—that quiet hum of something between us. Like tension suspended in mid-air, ready to fall if either of us says the wrong thing.

My chest burns where the words should be. I should’ve said I was sorry. That I didn’t mean for it to turn into this. That it didn’t mean anything with Cormac. That the only reason I even went with him in the first place was—

Never mind.

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After breakfast, we all head toward the pitch. The boys walk ahead, shaking hands with students wishing them luck. Meanwhile, Ginny, Hermione, and I walk behind them, arms linked, giggling and chatting like we always do.

As we get closer to the pitch, our group begins to splinter—the boys walk off toward the changing rooms while we girls head for the stands.

“Good luck!” Hermione calls cheerfully. Ginny waves. I do too, even as I feel the odd weight of George’s gaze brushing against my side.

And then—Cormac.

He appears beside me, jogging slightly to catch up, bumping my shoulder with that irritating sort of confidence. “Thought I lost you for a second,” he says, grinning.

“And I—I thought we were catching up later,” I answer lightly.

“Wanted to surprise you,” he says as he casually throws an arm around my shoulders.

Behind us, the boys haven’t gone far enough not to notice.

Fred glances back and smirks, nudging Ron. “Oi, look at that. Should we give them a minute?”

Ron makes obnoxious kissing noises. Even Harry, ever the gentleman, lets out a laugh.

Hermione rolls her eyes so hard it’s a miracle they stay in her head. “Merlin,” she mutters, followed by something less appropriate. Ginny snorts.

But George— George doesn’t laugh.

He slows, just slightly. And when our eyes meet, whatever teasing had been in the air disappears.

“Go on,” I say quickly to the girls, forcing a smile. “Save me a seat?”

Ginny hesitates. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” I nod. “I’ll be right there.”

The second they turn away, George leans in to Fred and murmurs something. “Go ahead. I’ll catch up in a minute.”

Fred gives him a long look—don’t be stupid written all over it—but doesn’t argue.

Cormac is still beside me, clueless to the shift. But George’s eyes lock onto him with something unreadable.

“Can you give us a second?” George says, cool and even.

Cormac raises a brow, clearly put off. “Oh?”

Before it can turn into something stupid, I cut in. “It’s fine. I’ll meet you there.”

Cormac doesn’t look thrilled, but he walks away.

And then it’s just us.

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George stands a few feet away, arms crossed, jaw tight.

For a long moment, neither of us speaks.

Then—

“You could’ve sent a spell. Anything. Just to warn us you weren’t coming,” he says. “That’s what I was trying to say at the table before.”

Heat crawls up my neck. “I told you I might be late.”

“Y/N, for all I —we— knew, you were stuck out there. We waited. But—” He drags a hand through his hair. “In that shed, I kept picturing the worst. All kinds of scenarios. And not the good kind.”

My breath catches. He was worried?

“I did get caught in the storm,” I say softly. “We waited it out at the Three Broomsticks. That’s all.”

George’s eyes flick up to meet mine. “With McLaggen.”

I swallow. “Yes.”

He exhales, a humorless sound. “Right. Well. Next time you decide to skip—just… send a word, yeah?” His voice is quieter now.

There’s a pause.

Then, softer still “Did you mean to?”He tilts his head slightly. “Kiss him, I mean.”

The question lands hard.

I blink, caught off guard “George…”

He looks at me, and this time, there’s no shield. No smirk. Just him.

“You could’ve just told me,” he says. “If you didn’t want to meet…”

“But that’s the thing,” I burst out, stepping closer. “I did want to meet you. I just… I didn’t know how.”

His brow furrows. “Didn’t know how to what?”

I take a shaky breath. “Didn’t know how to say no to him without looking like I was waiting around for you. Because you never say anything, George. You flirt. You play around. But when it matters…”

His face changes. Something flickers through it—pain, maybe. Regret.

Silence falls between us, thick as fog.

Then—

“What if I did?” he says, barely above a whisper. “What if I said it now?”

My heart skips.

“…Then I’d listen.”

He steps closer, slowly, like he’s afraid I might disappear. “Y/N,” he says, voice cracking slightly, “I don’t like seeing you with him. I never have. I tried to ignore it. Tried to pretend it was nothing. But last night scared me. Not because of the storm. Because I thought I’d already lost you.”

My chest tightens like my ribs are pulling inwards.

“You haven’t,” I whisper.

He’s close now. His hand brushes mine. I don’t move.

“After the match,” he says. “We’ll talk.”

I nod. “Okay.”

He lingers a second longer, then leans in—just close enough that his breath brushes my cheek. “Don’t kiss any more idiots in the meantime, yeah?”

A soft laugh escapes me. “No promises.”

He grins—quick, crooked, entirely him—then jogs off toward the pitch, glancing back once.

I stay standing there, heart hammering.

Nothing about today is going to be simple.

Not the match.

Not him.

And definitely not us.

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When I make it back to the stands, the girls are already seated, leaning over each other, cheering as players shoot across the sky.

Cormac is nowhere to be found.

I’m not shocked. What surprises me more is that I don’t feel hurt.

I feel… relieved.

The match is loud, fast, but every now and then—once, twice, maybe more—George finds me in the crowd.

Our eyes meet.

Not long enough for anyone to notice.

But long enough for me to know that something’s changed.

Something real is finally starting to shift between us—quietly, like the way a storm clears the air.

And somewhere deep in my chest, that truth settles.

We’re not done.

Not even close.

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Definitely

george weasley was always the hotter brother and that’s conversation not many of you are ready for

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[nesemy]

Things we never said

Part 2🧡 Here is Part 1 if you want to catch up.

Annndddd🥁 part 2! Hope you love it😽 (dual pov this time)

If yall have any requests or ideas please tell me,I would appreciate it.

Summary: The Weasley twins have a history full of pranks and laughter with y/n, whose past also holds unrequited love for George. But this year at Hogwarts she tries to overcome these feelings …with more or less success.

Maybe the boy who caused them can’t help but want his girl’s attention back.

English is not my first language. I read through it often to avoid any mistakes in my grammar, but if a couple stayed, SORRY🧡

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George’s pov

“Can you believe this?” I say to Fred while he’s packing out all the potions and sheets with ideas and recipes we already tried. “Cormac? He is literally the most arrogant kid. Does he even have a personality?” I say in disbelief walking from one corner to the other in the little shed we meet usually.

Me and Fred found this place a while ago. It’s in a little corner of the castle that no one uses. It had a desk and a couple of chairs when we first stumbled upon it.

Now, it feels lived in, many of our worst ideas came to life here.

We keep different sweets and machines hidden in here, a couple posters on the walls and cozy pillows with blankets for brainstorming, or incase we have to spend a night here. It was all y/n’s idea.

“You should’ve seen it” I plop down on one of the chairs, looking up at the ceiling.

“All lovey-dovey” I let out a snicker as my eyes drift to the corner with all the pillows and blankets my mom knitted. Thats’s where y/n fell asleep that one night-mid spellstorming, thinking of all the possible solutions to fix one of our products.

Fred had gone to bed hours before, but I stayed. Not even to finish the sweets. Just to be near her.

I told myself it was because she might wake up with another idea. But deep down, I think I just liked the quiet. The way her head tilted slightly toward my shoulder, like she was supposed to be there.

Fred hums “ Sounds like someone’s a little jealous”

I shoot him a glare, but he’s already grinning like he knows something better than me.

“I am not jealous” I mutter, defensively. “I have no reason to be. Where is she anyway?” I add quickly, desperate to change the subject before it starts to leave a bad taste in my mouth.

From the corner of my eyes I notice Fred grinning again. “What now?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Nothing. Just wondering how long you’re gonna sulk in that chair pretending you don’t care.”

“I don’t care” I snap. “It’s Cormac bloody McLaggen. If y/n’s into boys who confuse arrogance for charm, then…good luck to her”

But even as I say it, my stomach twists.

Because what if she is?…

Me and Fred worked for hours now. The sun was going down, and it looked like a storm was on its way — thunder rumbling somewhere in the distance.

She didn’t show up.

I tell myself she probably got caught up in something. After the trip to Hogsmade she had to finish her homework. Some meeting in the common room capt her up. Not Cormac… Definitely not him!

Fred started to pack up already, but I stay where I am. “We know y/n George. She wouldn’t want to harm you in anyway. But let’s be honest here I…”

“Say it Fred, I dare you.”

“You want her to know how you feel? Try saying something other than ‘pass the Dungbombs.’”

I scoff and toss a piece of parchment at his head. “Right, I keep that in mind” I say as I follow him out the door.

Y/n’s pov

I should’ve gone

I lost track of time. We were visiting shops and eating sweets. Our last stop was the Three Broomsticks, it was just supposed to be a butterbeer with Cormac, nothing special. A distraction. A way to remind myself — George is not the only one.

But the storm came — rain pouring, the cold wind blowing the shutters. Our only option was to wait it out.

We ordered an another round of butterbeer, and by the end my cheeks stung from all the compliments Cormac showered me with. We walked slowly back to the castle, when we stopped at a bridge. He said something about himself, and I listened. His mouth constantly moving while we got closer to each other.

“Had a good time?” he asks, stepping beside me.

I nod. “Yeah. It was nice.”

He watches me for a second, then shifts a little closer. “You’re hard to read, you know that?”

“I get that a lot,” I say, eyes still on the horizon.

And then he leans in.

It’s not a bad kiss. It’s gentle, warm, like he’s been waiting for the right moment.

But my heart doesn’t jump. My skin doesn’t tingle.

I let it happen anyway.

I had this boy — who could choose from hundreds of witches, go on a date with ME! But here I am. In my bed, hugging a pillow to myself, stomach twisting with guilt.

George makes me feel things I don’t know what to do with. He gets under my skin. One second we’re joking and throwing sweets at each other, and the next… it’s like I can’t breathe when he looks at me.

Like I mean something.

But if I did mean something, wouldn’t he say it? If only one of us would have the courage…but it’s really scary. If something would go wrong — The Burrow, the pranks, the shred, the others. They would become memories, not my present or future.

And my heart… I fear there would be no way to fix it.

Cormac on the other hand— it’s simple with him. I don’t have to overthink or search for answers in his eyes.

He tells me how beautiful I look and I don’t have this huge fear of; “what if it’s get complicated”.

I have nothing to lose…

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[nesemy]

Hello there! I wrote this short fanfic of George Weasley!

Things we never said

My first ever attempt to write such a thing. Hope u like it🧡 maybeeeee a second part is coming.

Summary: The Weasley twins have a history full of pranks and laughter with y/n, whose past also holds unrequited love for George. But this year at Hogwarts she tries to overcome these feelings …with more or less success.

Maybe the boy who caused them can’t help but want his girl’s attention back.

(Also; English is not my first language so I apologize if the grammar is not perfect)

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“Hey, y/n wait!” someone shouted my name.

“What is it George…” I turned around in the school hallway a little annoyed.

“It just that I hate to see you all board, you know…” he started speaking all his nonsense probably to convince me about a great idea he has which will get us in trouble.

I stared at him trying not to look so lost while in my brain all I could think of was how he got me wrapped around his finger in a heartbeat.

I can’t even remember when it happened, but one thing is for sure. I’m not a fool anymore.

In the 5th year all of my afternoons were spent with the boys, especially George. When they had a new candy or a prank they needed help with, I was the first one they thought of. And I would gladly be there day and night. The way George would slightly touch my hand now and then or the little conversations we had in quiet moments, was enough for me to feel butterflies in my stomach.

I neglected my friends over some fairytale I imagined in my head. He was so kind and thoughtful and so so SO handsome that I looked over the most important part…he didn’t feel the same way.

I realized it when after one of our session of brainstorming he had to leave early “to meet this girl”.

After that my summer plan was to get over him! And my girls were there for me and they still are. Probably after I say yes to George just now they’ll tell me all the reasons why I shouldn’t step over a certain line.

“…so are you in? Fred and I thought meeting after the last class at the usual would be perfect.” he was starring at me with one of his eyebrows raised, his hands fidgeting the pockets of his jeans.

“ Yeah sure, I’m in ” before that grin on his face could widen more I continued “buuut, I don’t have all day. ”

“ Why? ” he asked within a heartbeat, with a curious glint in his eyes.

“Well it’s nothing for you to worry about”

“So it’s about some boy huh” he leaned in a little teasingly, his eyes squinting like he is searching for answers on my face.

I hate him. He was right! It’s about a gryffindor boy that my friends set me up with. He is kind and a total flirt, handsome too. We can talk about anything all day…but I’ve yet to feel butterflies around him.

“As i sad, don’t sweat too much about it.” I said it with a little smile playing on my lips. Leaning away from him “I will be there on time. Just going to Hogsma-” I turned around slowly so I could still see that confused gaze of his. When I stumbled into someone…that “some boy” George mentioned.

“Hey pretty” he said between giggles “Watch your steps” that’s when I looked up at him. “Hey George” he nods in his way behind me with that clean smile of his.

Cormac,” George greets him with a nod. He doesn’t smile, but his soft brown eyes lock onto him.

Suddenly, it feels like the world stops. In slow motion, George releases the tight grip he had on my hips—something I hadn’t even noticed until now, leftover from when I tripped. His hands slowly trail away, grazing every inch as he lets go, his eyes locked on Cormac, who watches the movement with an unreadable expression.

The tension in my body vanishes in an instant. I give George a polite, confused smile and take a step back—right into Cormac’s chest. He rests his fingers exactly where George’s hand had just been.

At that, George’s eyes snap to mine. I meet his stare wide-eyed, silently asking, “What was that for?”

In all these years, he’s never looked at me—or touched me—the way he just did. Not even during Christmas break at The Burrow, or those late nights spent planning pranks together.

My heart aches as I stand between them. I’ve wanted George’s attention from the moment we met. But not like this—not out of jealousy, or because for the first time, he realized he’s not my only choice.

“Well… I’ll see you later then,” I say, looking up into those familiar brown eyes, trying to pretend everything is back to normal. When our eyes meet, he shakes his head ever so slightly, lowering it just enough to hide the small, knowing grin playing on his lips.

“Oh yeah, yeah” he looked at Cormac with a strange look. “I’ll leave you two alone” and with a final nod his back was turned to me.

I was standing there, looking a second longer than necessary at him walking away. George’s shoulders got tense, and I could see him visibly shaking his head side to side.

I tried not to think of it too much. Last year I would’ve probably ran after him—make sure everything is alright. And he would just laugh it off like he was expecting me to do so already.

Well, it’s not happening this time…it shouldn’t happen!

But if that’s the case, why do I have to force my legs to move beside Cormac…

“Soooo I guess you didn’t break the news yet” Cormac says while he puts his hand around my shoulder, navigating me towards the classrooms “Yeah, but it turned out right, don’t you think?” I said, forcing a smile on my face.

“It was a bit, umm… tense I would say” he waited for me to say something, talk about what just happened but as usual won’t face it all just yet.

“What I think is that we should get going so you can buy me some goodies” he laughs at that “couldn’t agree more beautiful“

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Sorry if you see changes in the writing time to time. I just want it to be perfect, and I have all these ideas which I think make the story better. It won’t happen again!