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[emeritusemeritus]

Exactly my cup of tea. [George Weasley x reader]

Title: Exactly my cup of tea

Pairing: George Weasley x Gryffindor!reader, background mentions of Cho x Harry.

Timeline: Set during OOTP (mentions of Harry and Cho’s canonical date on Valentine’s Day 1996)

Summary: After Harry’s failed date with Cho at Madam Puddifoot’s, he tells the reader and George all about it. They decide to check out the place for themselves.

Warnings: Brief mentions of sexual acts, no smut or detailed description. Friends to lovers. Just a big ball of fluff 🤍

"Ughr I'm telling you, it was awful," Harry groans as he throws himself onto the couch next to you in the Gryffindor common room. George, who is sat opposite you in a little armchair looks up from tinkering with his newest invention and gives Harry a look which tells him to carry on. Harry looks around to check no one is listening in before he continues. "It's that stupid teashop! She talked about Cedric the entire time, cried through most of it and when I briefly mentioned Hermione she stormed off and disappeared."

You and George's eyes met very briefly as you tried to stifle the giggles that were threatening to spill out of both of you at the awfulness of the story but you quickly recovered and tried to console Harry.

"It was probably just too soon mate, she probably felt guilty that she wanted to go out with you so soon after his death," you reasoned, earning a slight nod from Harry, who had listened to your opinion.

"Yeah but how long does she need?" George says with a tone to his voice you couldn't place.

"What, you think she can just get over it like that? If it were-." You began to say, only to cut yourself off sharpish when you realised what the next words out of your mouth would be. George gave you a strange look and Harry seemed to be completely oblivious as you carried on. "It's not the same for everyone, these things take time, especially when it was such a shock like that." Both boys silently agreed and we carried on talking about the whole debacle until Fred and Lee joined later on. Harry had described in excruciating detail the floof and frills of the tea house, with its chintzy furniture and outdated wallpaper that looked like a remnant from someone's great grandmothers house. The conversation quickly diverted as Fred began waffling about an idea for a new product that had piqued George's interest and had lost Harry's.

George tinkered with the project a little while longer whilst Fred talked you into designing new packaging for his new idea and drawing up a basic plan for how he wanted it to look. Only when Lee had fallen asleep and had slunk down and dribbled onto Fred's shoulder did you all declare that it was time for bed, seeing that the common room had been vacated by everyone else hours ago.

"I'll be up in a minute," George says, ushering his brother and a very sleepy Lee away. Fred pauses, waiting for you with an outstretched elbow for you to take but you also say you'd be up later with George so he shrugs and walks off to bed.

"So, Harry and Cho..." George says with a smirk, chuckling to himself. You had to giggle back, finally able to now that everyone had disappeared.

"Do you think she meant to take him there? Like, for the reason everyone else goes?" You asked, still laughing.

George looked up at you with confusion for a second, "what, for tea?"

"No you great oaf, it's where couples go when they want to be alone... away from the prying eyes of Hogwarts," you said with a wiggle of your eyebrows. George's eyebrows shot up high on his head at the information, clearly not knowing it was Hogwarts' number one make out spot.

"Go Cho," George says, his shoulders shaking with laughter, to which you snorted in reply.

"Do you think Madam Puddifoot knows that she's running a teen brothel? Or maybe a live sex show at least." George barks out a laugh that is much too loud for the current time and situation and you both fight to hold back your laughter.

"Probably, she is a Madame after all," George laughs with a shake of his head.

"Maybe she puts something in the tea," you joked, "you and Fred should get on that. Aphrodisiac all sorts," you said cheekily, alluding to the popular liquorice muggle sweets that Arthur was so fond of. He laughed again, finally putting down the invention and assortment of tools.

"Shall we go?" He asks.

You look at him completely dumbfounded at his question, shocked that he'd even ask. Reading your reaction, his eyes immediately shoot open and words fall from his mouth to recover, "I didn't mean like that! We should go tomorrow and scout the place out." You can almost make out a small blush settling on his cheeks and you laugh whilst nodding your head.

"It's a date, Weasley. Dress nice!" You smiled and walked over to him to hug him goodnight, something you had both done for years, before you climbed up the stairs toward your dormitory.

The next morning you dress nicely, choosing a cute skirt and sweater to wear as you prepare to meet George ready for tea. When you walk down the stairs from your dorm you see him sat there with a single flower in his hand. He looked so handsome in his blue floral shirt and nice chinos, apparently having listened to your warning of dressing nice.

He rises as soon as he sees you, smiling as you walk down the stairs and you have to remind yourself briefly that it's a fake date.

"You look really pretty," he says as he hands you the flower, causing you to blush as you smile shyly up at him.

"It's not going to squirt water is it?" You laugh, gesturing to the flower. He looks at you with a puzzled expression, clearly not getting the joke.

"It's a muggle thing, like a magic trick? They have flowers that squirt water, mostly clowns," you explain as his eyes widen.

"Muggles have magic tricks?" He asks in complete astonishment. You laugh, nodding as he continues to look amazed.

"You and Fred should sell some, when you open your shop," you chuckle as he leads you out of the common room and down the staircases.

"One eyed witch or regular walking?" You asked George, preparing how you were going to get to Hogsmeade.

He shoots you a little look before replying with a smirk, "regular, I'm not taking you down one eyed witch in your little skirt."

"God it's like Umbridge threw up in here," you commented as you sat at the intimately small table at Madam Puddifoot's tea shop, waiting fir tour tea to arrive, the hideous decor already making you feel claustrophobic.

"Yeah except there's less cats," George mutters, scrunching his face up as he looks around with a loom of utter repulsion.

The exterior of the tea shop should have been enough evidence that the inside was going to be as frilly and pretentious as it was with the powder pink windows and door frames but nothing could have prepared you for this.

There wasn't a single surface inside that wasn't covered in either powderpuff pink, florals or lace. Harry really was telling the truth. There were armoires filled with delicate China teacups and boxed teas that fit the aesthetic of the shop, China plates lined up on the walls alongside some truly hideous artwork of loved up couples and badly painted floral bouquets.

How this place had become a den of inequity you had no idea but there were subtle references to love all around; erotically named teas and treats, picture on the wall that seemed to blend into female silhouettes the longer you looked at it, even some of the cakes on display looked phallic.

You looked around at the couples that were clearly there on dates and had to stifle a laugh at the awkwardness of it all. Some couples looked like it was their first date and were sat awkwardly amongst the sea of people clearly much more comfortable and familiar with each other. Some of the boys looked painfully uncomfortable amongst the ostentatious decor, clearly having not chosen the venue of their date. Most couples however were more than comfortable, most of them glued to each other in one way or another.

Your tea was brought over and you thanked the waitress as you poured the tea for you and George. He hadn't said much since you walked in, more silently observing with an outright puzzled and disgusted expression that you couldn't help but chuckle at.

A few couples, particularly near the back were snogging, no doubt regulars on account of their knowledge to sit at the back and wrapped around the little cozy corners.

"Godric, he'll get lost if he gets any further down her throat," you whispered, laughing at a couple far off in the corner, nodding your head subtly towards them so that George could see. He immediately snorted after catching a glimpse of them, looking around to mock more of the patrons.

"How is this place getting couples riled up? It's like my great aunt Muriel's front lounge," George laughs, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Well it seems to be working regardless," you chuckle, taking a sip of your tea which was actually quite delicious.

"She's definitely getting fingered under the table," you whisper suddenly, nodding towards a couple in the back you and George had been mocking.

George immediately spits out his tea, eyes bulging at your blunt words making you laugh. He wipes down the front of his shirt as his eyes flick over to the couple in question and he quickly looks away from them realising you're probably right. His reaction was so cute that you couldn't help but laugh, seeing George Weasley shy was an incredibly rare occurrence and you were loving it.

"Cushion in the lap," you nod towards a guy on your left sat with a frilly, heart shaped velvet cushion placed in his lap, "might as well have a sign over his head saying 'I've got an erection," you laugh.

"Girls know this stuff?" George whisper-yells, eyes bugged wide, horrified that you'd apparently cracked guy code.

"Only the bad girls," you wink at him before taking another sip of your tea. You couldn't help but notice George begin to vividly blush, all the way up from his collar to the top of his hairline and you smiled sweetly up at him, finding his reaction entirely too endearing.

You both carried on making fun of the couples around you, happily sipping your tea as you enjoyed spending time with George. He'd become a little less bashful over the course of your visit and had began actively mocking the couples, pointing out particularly aggressive ones and making little quips.

When you walked up to the little counter, the waitress passed over your bill and you began reaching into your bag to pull out your little coin purse. At the same time, George reached into his pocket to pull out his own money but you quickly placed down your money and dragged him out of the tea shop before he could fight you on it.

"Why did you pay?" He asks, frowning as he looks over at you. You smiled sweetly if not a little sarcastically at him as you replied.

"My treat, for you being gentlemanly enough not to feel me up under the table," you joked.

"Not like I wasn't thinking about it," he mumbles, making you pause. His eyes widen at he realises he just said that out loud as you both stand frozen, looking at each other with shocked and surprised eyes. Usually you would have thought nothing of a comment like that coming from George, thinking he was simply teasing you but his reaction told you otherwise.

"What?"

"What?"

"You wanted, with me?" You said in utter shock, wanting him to clarify what he meant. He was blushing again, not as heavily as before but you could definitely detect a pinkness to his cheeks underneath his freckles.

"Yes," he says, looking up at you nervously.

You didn't think twice and immediately stepped forward, shyly pressing your lips to his. He began kissing you back a few seconds later, assuming the shock had settled and he reached delicately for your hip, holding you to him as he kissed you back.

When you pulled apart, you both smiled nervously at each other, letting out a little awkward chuckle at the sudden twist.

"I told you, she puts something in that tea!"

[hollowed-theory-hall]

i don't remember in which book, but there is an episode where Narcissa takes Draco away from a clothing store (Madame Malkin, I think) because they cater to muggleborns. i understand it was a political statement...

but with that in mind, question is: how far is pureblood bigotry actually goes?

are there shops exclusively for purebloods and we just don't know about them bc harry didn't go there, or were they decades ago... do purebloods buy products invented by blood traitors like the Potters and Weasleys? after all, they are good quality, but it is not good to give money to dirt yk. at the same time, most shops probably fall away from public bigotry bc even if they are run by purebloods who believe in pureblood supremacy, they will still serve everyone, because money in the first place.

this is an interesting topic for research, in my opinion, and very comparable to reality

Like, my immediate answer was: Very far.

I mean, once the most blood purists of their society gain control of the ministry they are literally rounding up muggleborns to be sent to Azkaban.

That being said, casual blood purity, like you mention, seems to not go as deep as Narcissa would like you to believe. Like, we see Draco using Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder in book 6, which was invented and only sold by Fred and George. I think, like with a lot of irl bigotry, it's a lot of performance.

Like, blood purists would talk a lot about not buying from filth and mudbloods, but if a blood traitor has a good idea or a good product — they don't put their money where their mouth is. They'd buy from blood traitors and muggleborns if it's the better product. They do copy ideas from the muggles. Like, I'm sure blood purists who have access to the Floo ridicule the concept of the Hogwarts Express and the Knight Bus, thinking of them as filthy muggle inventions; but I'm certain they were all too glad to bring indoor plumbing into Hogwarts and their mansions because it's an invention they liked.

We also see a dark pureblood store like Borgins & Burkes hire filthy, poor, orphan Tom Riddle. He was good at his job, he probably wasn't paid a lot, and so it didn't matter his blood purist employers/customers thought he was a mudblood and filth if he was good at what he did. They'd hire, buy and sell to muggleborns and blood traitors if there is money on the line.

We see this attitude with Slughorn as well. He's surprised by Hermione and Lily being muggleborns and exceptional witches and potion makers because he doesn't expect it (the bigotry of low expectations, which we also see irl). But, he does invite them into the Slug Club and he expects them to then be able to get into positions they usually can't because he basically vetted them as 'talented filth'. They're okay and good to hire by purebloods because they're good at what they do. Now, I don't think Slughorn is a bad person, and he's actually doing a very useful service for talented muggleborns in the bigoted society they live in by opening doors for them, but I digress.

I think it's telling that an ancestral house of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, the "always pure", is a muggle house. Grimmauld Place is a house built by muggles, for muggles, that the Blacks decided to have as their own. They have muggle plumbing, muggle baths, muggle toilets, and muggle wallpaper, and they like it. but if you asked them, they'd call their house a "wizarding home", even if every brick was put in its place by muggles without a drop of magic.

We are told by Pottermore a good chunk of the Malfoys' inherited wealth is muggle. Their manor is also, most likely, muggle-built. They live their pureblood lifestyle, thinking themselves oh so much better than blood traitors when the food on their table was put there by muggle money. That the reason they can act the way they do, that they have more money than the Weasleys — is because their ancestors made business deals with muggles. And they know it but choose to pretend to have forgotten.

The point is, yes, blood purists would talk all day about how they want no filth in their house and how everything muggle is lesser, but when muggles/muggleborns/blood traitors have something good going, when they have a good product or are themselves talented, they'd be blind to their filthy blood for the sake of money/good idea. They'd tell themselves whatever lies they needed to tell themselves to believe they weren't blood traitors for installing a toilet. That they're not supporting muggle ideas by living off of muggle instructors.

They're bigoted hypocrites is what I'm saying.

[ginnyw-potter]

7 Scandals and a Baby

Regency AU, sneaking around, premarital sex, secret pregnancy

Hinny + canon Weasley side-ships

Estimated word count: I don’t know anymore. You’ll see.

Explicit

There are 6 scandals that help Ginny grow closer to Lord Potter, the Marquess from across the street she has loved since forever. All of those scandals are caused by her brothers. With their heads turned, there is Lord Potter to entertain her, in many different ways. The 7th scandal is entirely her own, and when they find out that she has been ‘compromised’, her brothers scramble to find her a husband who will accept her. They eventually land on Lord Potter, while having no clue how much he is responsible for her ‘situation’.

Chapter 5: A French Invasion

“I am too old for games… and the one time we visited an estate we went to Lord Potter’s estate. Someone you are all incredibly close with and do things I am generally excluded from. On top of that he may be the only single man in Mayfair who has no intention to marry.” She shook her head. “I do not know why mama insisted on it.”

George nodded with a frown. “I thought you and Lord Potter were amicable?”

“We are,” she said. You could call it amicable. “Of course he was off with Ron, Charlie and Fred. I was left to admire the wallpapers.”

“How were they?” George asked.

“The wallpapers?”

He nodded.

“Exquisite, truly lovely actually,” she let out in frustration. “There wasn’t much to occupy myself with. Who knows who else of you idiots is going to marry? If I do not marry myself this year I may wither away from boredom.”

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[waternilly]

No Tricks (George Weasley x OC) - Part 3

Fandom: Harry Potter Ship: George Weasley x OC Word count: 1.2k Warnings: None Ao3 link: here Summary: A new shop opens across the street from Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes. The curious owner immediately piques the interest of the youngest twin. Despite being familiar with the wizarding world, she does not seem to fit in it herself. Harry Potter Masterlist

Tightly holding onto a small parcel, and a purple Pygmy Puff perched on his shoulder, George knocked on the darkly painted door of Olive Tree Art & Tattoos.

He had learned over the past week what a tattoo was, when his father had come to the shop to visit and noticed the brand new sign across the street. The explanation had been brief and messy, as often when Arthur talked of Muggle matters. But it had been enough for George. What he wanted to know now, was why Oli was so knowledgeable on the matter as to open a shop dedicated to the medium. 

As he swallowed thickly, the textured window allowed him to see Oli walk towards him. Swinging the door open, she smiled and invited him in.

“Welcome! You’re the first to arrive,” she said as he shuffled inside.

“Well good thing I didn’t come alone then,” George said, pointing to the Pygmy Puff on his shoulder.

Oli emitted a cooing sound and wiggled a finger at the creature. As she took a step back, George stretched out an arm, presenting her with the wrapped parcel.

“Awww, you shouldn’t have,” Oli tried to reprimand him, but her smile was too obvious.

“Inauguration gift,” was the only explanation George deigned to give.

Oli started peeling off the wrapping before stopping abruptly: “Is this from your shop?”

“No, no,” George reassured her with a chuckle.

“Because I’ve noticed the kinds of things you guys sell.”

“It’s not from our store,” George repeated solemnly. “And if it was, it would be for you to pull a prank on someone else.”

“Hm,” was all Oli said in mock suspicion.

She finished ripping the paper and discovered a glass jar. The label read “Sugarplum’s Chocolate Spread - With Exploding Candy!”

“How did you know?” Oli asked with a smile that showed the question was rhetorical.

Nevertheless, George entertained her: “Just a feeling.”

As she thanked him and put the jar aside, another person knocked on the front door and Oli made haste to welcome the new guests. Meanwhile, George took the chance to become more familiar with the environment. The room was painted emerald green, with an accent wall of geometric wallpaper. Golden details were spread out, a luxurious chandelier hanging from the ceiling in the middle of an intricately painted circular pattern. The furniture was mostly made from black wood or glass. There too, touches of gold served to brighten up the pieces. It felt intimate and elegant at the same time, the velvety cushions in the soft leather couch appearing very comfortable. If you paid close attention, you could tell that most of the furniture had a life prior to the opening of the shop. However, those details were easily missed by most, too busy examining the various plants spread throughout the room. Finally, large, velvet curtains separated the area from what George assumed to be the back of the store.

George turned back towards Oli as she welcomed more and more guests into the room. She had a contagious smile, warm and inviting; the kind that made you feel like everything would be alright. For the first time that evening, George felt his heart flutter at the thought and sight of his new neighbor. He could not wait to speak more with her.

He would have to be patient however, for the night would not offer many opportunities for quiet conversations. The inauguration of Olive Tree Art & Tattoo had attracted the entirety of the Diagon Alley shop owners. The promise of tea and biscuits had worked.

People were spread throughout the room, some using the chairs and the couch, others standing by the desk or the window. A merry atmosphere filled the space, the sound of chatter accompanied by a gentle background melody.

“Miss Tillers! Miss Tillers!” a voice erupted from the crowd.

It was mister Mulpepper, the owner of the apothecary.

“Yes, sir?” Oli asked cautiously, but with a smile.

“Miss Tillers, I ought to ask you what I believe many of us have been wondering,” he said while motioning to the crowd. “What in Godrick’s name is a tattoo?”

Oli smiled more brightly at the curiosity of her guest. Standing up straight and relaxed, she explained: “It is a Muggle art form that consists of permanently drawing on one’s skin.”

She paused so as to allow everyone to react with ohhh’s and ahhh’s, or more whispered questions.

“I actually have tattoo’s myself, as you can see,” and she showed off her hands.

“And how do you draw those on permanently? If it is a Muggle art form, they surely do not use magic!”

Many questions followed about the tattoo process, all of which Oli answered with poise and ease. The crinkles by her eyes permanently etched into her features, as she clearly enjoyed sharing this knowledge. George found himself smiling while absentmindedly petting the Pygmy Puff.

At last, someone asked the question that had been on all of their lips: “How do you know so much about a Muggle art form.”

Oli briefly paused and took a sip from her glass.

“My father is a Muggleborn wizard.”

Another chorus of ahhh’s was uttered by the small crowd.

“I was in contact with my Muggle family a lot while growing up.”

And with that, all the questions had been answered, all the tea had been drunk and all the biscuits had been eaten. It was time for everyone to return home.

Oli walked each guest separately out of the shop, thanking them for having stopped by. At last, only George remained. He had stayed behind, observing a framed painting on the wall by the velvety curtains. His head snapped when he heard Oli sigh from beside the door.

“Same time next week?” George poked with a smile.

Fighting the urge to yawn, Oli looked over her shoulder, eyes crinkling: “At your shop?”

“God no!” George fought back. “Don’t get me wrong, they’re lovely people but…”

“It’s a lot.”

They nodded comprehensively at each other.

Pointing at the painting he was observing, George wondered: “Yours?”

Oli walked closer.

“Yes.”

Standing next to him now, she added: “A watercolor of my hometown.”

“Where is that?”

Oli met his gaze.

“Ghent.”

“Belgium?”

She nodded.

Turning back to the painting, she became melancholic.

“I lived there my entire life until I came here.”

“How was it?”

“A lot calmer. Ghent is a small city compared to London. I knew many people there too.” She paused. “It was home.”

George frowned.

“Is it not anymore?”

Oli shrugged.

“Not sure yet. I’m starting to like it here.”

She was smiling again, and so was George.

“Maybe you could have two homes?”

As he met her gaze again, George noticed a hint of sadness in her eyes.

“That is to see.”

Sighing, George picked up the Pygmy Puff from his shoulder.

“For what it matters,” he whispered, handing her the creature, “I am happy you’re here.”

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I didn’t get tagged but I saw the post from @pugsnotdrugs92 soooo here we go!

Share your wallpaper: My personal timetable. That’s basically it. 

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[cafeacademia]

hey, happy birthday and congrats on 500!! That’s amazing. can I please get a 🏠 for George Weasley? A rainy theme, with nature and like cities or towns on rainy days? a lil sense of adventure, yk? cool tones of blue, green and/or grey please :)

Hi lovely!! Thank you so much and thank you for requesting! I really enjoyed making this one! I hope you enjoy it 💖 I made one with and without a border!

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👻 hi! I made these wallpapers of the weasley twins and decided to post them! hope y'all like it :) 👻

[mylittlepluk]

Self made lockscreens

Harry Potter characters: 

• Harry Potter • Hermione Granger • Ron Weasley • Ginny Weasley • Fred & George Weasley • Luna Lovegood • Draco Malfoy • Cedric Diggory

[yogirl-willow]

So I’ve created some fun wallpapers for my cousin and I with our fave boys. 🥺 First time doing something like this and really enjoyed. Not sure if I should start doing commissions, but this was fun to do.

Also realize that Remus looks like a Disney prince 😆

I could see this becoming a personalized wallpaper, if ever you’d like one just hit me up 🤙🏼

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