how did this even occur, what was his issue, all you did was say hi to him once and now he won't stop making conversation and his hand keeps making his way into your hair and next thing you know your only friend is george weasley.
(a/n: slytherinreader, firstfic also can be read as a oneshot also like high nervous also this will also be on my ao3, i have the same user. this is inspired by the cure by miss olivia rodrigo so expect some self loathing and also not belonging throughout AND this is chapter 1 out of 11 i think)
chapter 1 - it's good for me i'm sure
it was another year on the 9 ¾ platform, your third year to be exact.
you walked into the train with a heavy trunk dragging behind you as you looked for an empty compartment. you arranged yourself comfortably in the first empty compartment, tucking away your trunk before taking a seat with a book on your lap and starting up your walkman with kiss me, kiss me, kiss me by the cure being the first album rushing through your headphones.
you didn't expect company, you never did, when you first were sorted into slytherin you had been outcasted by some friends that you met on the train, who had ended sorted into gryffindor. after that you learned that newly sorted slytherins were granted an inflated ego along with the green and silver tie. other students believed you were a stereotypical slytherin and your fellow housemates assumed you weak because you minded your business and you never moved to prove them otherwise, finding no importance in their opinions. that also meant you had no friends only being people's classmate.
so that's why when a rushing ginger ran into your compartment thirty minutes after the train had started to hogwarts and locked himself in your compartment like a dementor itself had been behind him, you were caught off guard and blank staring at him. the lanky boy had not even noticed you until he took a breath and opened his eyes with a little jump at the notice of your presence. "hello?" he greeted with caution.
"hi." you simply responded equally cautious. the weasley twins were notoriously trouble in the halls and basically anywhere they stepped foot.
"sorry, do you mind harboring me for a second? you know, like a fugitive, i might have pissed off some of your fellow snakes and i rather not get skinned alive. unless you are not willing then i will go face them…" the boy ranted as he sat down across from you and ran a hand through his hair like he had been running the ministry.
"i don't mind. although i do have a question." you said pausing your cassette and slipping off your headphones.
"ask away." he said with a small welcoming smile as he noticed your poise.
"we have been on the rails for a mere thirty minutes, how did you accomplish the title of fugitive?"
"well you see…" george started and it felt like it never ended as he told the tale mainly blaming his twin brother for the situation. "and now here i am, chatting with miss mysterious. or more like talking your ear off."
"miss mysterious?" you questioned confused and still wary.
"well yes, i don't know much about you, but we have time." he stated looking down at his wrist and a nonexistent watch. "so, what do you got there?" he asked gesturing at the book now abandoned beside you and the headphones on your neck. it did not take you long to cave and explain the plot of flowers for algernon to the confused but curious boy then letting him listen to the snakepit on your walkman. he was mesmerized with the conversation you made and he enjoyed seeing emotion play onto your face as he joked. nearly two hours had swam past as you conversed with him surprisingly enough the conversation was not stopping not until someone aka george's near carbon copy walked in and dramatically dragged george out. george reluctantly left not before waving you off with a small smile.
after that all of third year he found excuses to talk to you and "randomly" bumped into your almost daily after dinner. all of fourth year as well continuously stitching himself into your life.
when fifth year rolled around you two were "too close" according to fred.
"george, that's stupid." you said blankly at the ranting ginger as he claimed conspiracy theories about dumbledore's phoenix on your bed as you sat multitasking at your desk jotting down notes for the upcoming O.W.L.s and listeneing to george in your tidy prefect room.
"you simply have no whimsy." he huffed as he turned over to prop himself up to look at you better. "when are you done with studying?" he asked as if he was growing tired of you staring at the never ending pages of the advanced transfiguration book.
"when the O.W.L.s are over." i told him as a looked up from my page to look at him.
"oh come onnn," he whined dramatically before suddenly remembering something, "i have a game this weekend. are you going? i can get you my spare jersey again." and you had been hoping he wouldn't bring it up.
"i'm not sure if i am going yet." you said simply looking back at your notes.
george sat up immediately, "what? why not? it is like the biggest game of the season. gryffindor versus slytherin right before playoffs. remember?"
"studying." you simply responded trying to end the conversation. but he knew better.
"no, you don't need to study. you would be fine without studying, why don't you want to go?" he pressed.
you briefly sighed and put your quill down to face him, "my parents are to attend this weekend's game."
he didn't know much about your family, only that if the rumors about your family were true, you might as well be adopted. an old money pureblood slytherin family, father and mother ministry court personnel for dark art cases, and that you were their only child. "okay, great, i get to meet the makers." george said attempting to stay positive.
"no, you shouldn't." you said quickly and seriously.
"there is no reason for you to interact with them."
"you are my best friend and i am yours, has all that studying finally melted your brain? of course there is a reason." he said with blooming frustration.
"i rather you not speak to them." you said growing irritated and your walls starting to build.
"fine. i won't." george said noticing your irritation. "do they even know about me?" he asked without thinking.
"no. they don't. it is simply better without their interference." you said simply.
"my parents know about you." george said slightly offended.
"really? how so? please enlighten me." his offense growing.
"it just is." you insisted only wanting the conversation to end.
"no, i would really like to know why you believe hiding me is okay."
"george, i'm not hiding you-"
"you are!" he said cutting you off and standing from the bed as he grabbed his coat in anger slipping it on, "fine, don't go, i could not care less just like you seem to not care about the importance of our friendship."
"no, george you don't understand." you defended standing up and reach for him in an attempt to keep him here and explain but he just pulled away and left the room shutting the door behind him.
he didn't speak to you for days and you could only give him space. then when it was the day of the game he was running drills on the field to warm up but his eyes wandered as he scanned the bleachers for your presence. he spotted you and had to look again to make sure it was you. you were sat alongside presumably your mother and father who could have been mistaken for gargoyles. you were in full funeral black and a sleek emerald headband, george grew uneasy seeing your unusual look and demeanor. his worry grew as he watched your parents speak to you and seeing your stiff composed posture but the game was mere minutes from starting and he had to focus.
once the game started, george kept the worry in the back of his mind attempting to not look your way in worry of distracting himself from the action of the pitch. the game was incredibly intense with the rival houses going incredibly rough on each other. you watched with hidden worry as you watch george dodge yet another hit. the game was called to an end after an grueling two hours of near physical combat on brooms. there was no winner, only sour and irritated aggressive players from both teams leaving the pitch after dumbledore called the game for nonspecific safety reason.
you walked with your complaining parents off the bleachers while george was attempting to rush through a shower in the locker room in order to find you, disregarding the mess of a match. he dried his hair off as quickly as possible and changed into a long sleeve and jeans nearly tripping into his sneakers as he walked out of the locker room. you were still near the bleachers off to the side of your parents who spoke to the Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy who had been in attendance. he spotted you immediately and was close to calling your name but instead stood blankly staring at you speaking to adrian pucey.
"george! where is your brother?" molly called out to her son and that snapped him right out of his trance.
"probably changing, mom."
"hmm, good job out there son." arthur spoke.
"thanks." george said exhausted and his thoughts obviously elsewhere. you didn't get along with pucey, you hated him, then why were you there? was he forcing a conversation? were you even interested in whatever the bastard spat out? because there was absolutely no way that-
"george, mate, yoo-hoo! ya there?" fred said with a firm clap as he stood in front of his brother. "what is up with you? did you finally make up with your girlfriend?" he teased.
"not my girlfriend." george said with a huff.
"i'm going to assume that's a no then." fred said and looking at whatever george was still staring at. "no way, is that pucey with her?" he exclaimed watch me blankly looking at a talkative and cocky pucey with obvious repulsion.
"yes, yes it is." george said through gritted teeth.
"well don't blow his head off. come on, we have talk to the team." fred announced pulling his brother away from the sight and back to their locker room.
you soon escaped another mundane conversation from pucey with luck as you escorted your parents back to the entrance of the castle for their departure.
"focus on the upcoming O.W.L.s, dear." your mother said instead of an actual goodbye or caring phrase and your father simply nodded in agreement before they both turned away and started for their carriage. you did not loosen up until they were out of sight and you took a deep breath and finally pulled off the stupid headband.
"ouch. you okay?" a recognizable voice asked gently behind you. you spun around quickly looking up at george.
"hey." he said quietly taking a step closer to take the headband off your hands. "this new?"
"a gift from my parents."
"you sure it isn't some device to make sure you study for your exams?" he joked lightly as he looked at the nice accessory. you just blinked with an unreadable expression before nearly tackling him into a much needed hug that he instantly reciprocated tightly, dropping the headband.
"i'm so sorry," you started as your head was tucked into his neck, "i don't want to hide you but if you were familiar with my parents you would understand why no one knows much about them and why i have to. they aren't kind and they don't know me at all, i don't need anyone to have know how they are because-"
"hey, it's okay, i understand. i forgive you, it's okay." he assured cutting off your rant and adding reassurance tightening the hug and topping it off with a kiss to the top of your head.
safe to say you never spoke about your parents again, not willingly at least.
(notes: ik this chapter moves fast but just bear with me because the next chapters will be long and chaotic, i will be following canon lore SOMEWHAT not all of it tho so yeah <3 also thank youu and if a taglist is wanted LMK)
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