After an awkward incident involving your one and only crush George Weasley, he tries to sort the uncomfortable situation out. But will it lead to some revelations or...just a heartache?
Previous chapter: Everything is Fair in Love and War
Warnings: Teenage, high school fluff.
Read time: ~10 mins
Note: I've assumed that the reader is 14 years of age here but you're free to put in any number you like! And you can put the reader in any house you wish to!
Next story in the sequence coming up!!
The morning was eventful, with Fred, Ron, Ginny and Molly of all people, assuming that George and (Y/N) had shared their first kiss in the redhead’s room while the rest were downstairs. Yes, pretty much embarrassing, given the fact that the visitor was buried deep in her humongous crush on her said best friend. And disappointing, too, given that George was furious at them, which subsequently made her conclude that he was repelled at the thought of any kind of romance with his best friend.
The rest of the day was awkward. (Y/N)’s heart was wearing a frown but she had to keep her bubbly personality up to show everyone that she didn't give a damn about who thought what about George and her. She did, to be honest, give a damn...or two...quite a lot, actually. George had calmed down but she found him being slightly uncomfortable around her. She attributed it to her own dejected mind, and called it a figment of her imagination.
After dinner that night, when they were all seated in the living room, George slipped in to sit beside his bestie for a brief moment.
"Wait until everyone's gone", he breathed into her ear. His warmth, once again, aroused those tickles in her stomach which had taken the poor girl almost all day to quieten.
For the rest of the night, she couldn't focus on the conversation anymore as her head was muddled with questions as to why he might have asked her to stay back.
Why?
"You okay, (Y/N)?" She almost jumped out of her seat when Ginny called her.
"What? Yeah. Yes. I'm okay. Just...just thinking that I haven't called my parents for two days now. I should call them tomorrow. Can you please remind me?"
"Yup. Okay!" She smiled reassuringly.
"Great! So we're all going out tomorrow evening", Ron's face brightened up.
As the night grew older, the group of friends became more and more tired, and most of them eventually retired to bed. Had (Y/N) not been on the verge of imploding, she would have probably fallen asleep on the couch.
The twins and (Y/N) were usually the last to go to bed. So, there they were, seated on the floor near the couch. Fred was just about to jump to another topic when George stopped him.
"Fred, you go, I'll be coming in a while", he said.
Fred stared at his twin as if the latter had grown another head.
"After what you did this morning, I don't owe you an explanation. I owe you a prank. Pulled on you", George clarified before Fred could ask anything.
This made her giggle.
"Fine, I'm going but..." Fred tried to feign a tragic face.
"That's okay, brother, I won't make out with her", the younger twin put an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder.
"Hey!" Thoroughly embarrassed, she tried to give him an offended look.
"What? You want me to make out with you?"
She just prayed that neither of them would see the heat creeping up her ears.
"Shut up, George. It's not funny."
Fred sat there staring at the duo with furrowed brows while George and (Y/N) chuckled nervously.
"Alright, then", Fred finally spoke up, "I'll leave. (Y/N), I hope that you won't break my heart." Very theatrically, the older twin put a hand over his chest.
"I'll remember, drama queen!"
With a quick hug, Fred left her with his brother but not before glancing at them over his shoulder with a wicked smile plastered on his face. And once again, George and (Y/N) descended into that uncomfortable silence.
"So?" She broke the silence.
"So..."
George pondered for a while.
"Care for a walk?" He finally said.
"Now? This late?"
"Don't worry, I won't bite", he winked, and she melted into a puddle beside him. It was a relief that he didn't notice.
Probably. Hopefully.
"It's not your bite that I fear, mister. It's the...dogs...and other..things", She said quietly.
"You mean, ghosts?"
"Shh!"
George laughed. "You forget that you're living with a ghoul here!"
(Y/N) shuddered at the mere thought of it. She had never seen it although the sounds and the stories were enough to scare the shit out of her.
"Really?" George was still laughing, "after all these years of living with ghosts at the school, you're still scared?"
"They are ghosts of Hogwarts! They are a part of the school. Okay, I'll go. Let's drop this topic. Right. Now."
"Alright! But I can't guarantee anything."
"Guarantee what?"
"Well...y'know...about what we might meet on the way."
"Shut up! I'm not scared! I'll have you by my side!" She wrapped an arm around his.
"Aha? What if I am not me...?"
"Shove off!" She pushed him away. "I'm not going anywhere with you!"
George was laughing. "Okay! Okay! Come."
He pulled her up and gently pushed her towards the door.
It was refreshing outside. The moon was a thin curve against the clear starlit sky. The cool breeze and the quietude soon made (Y/N) forget the events of the day and the turmoil in her mind calmed down a bit. But as soon as George stepped beside her, her “stupid” mind - as she called it - transformed the entire scenario into a romantic one.
Ugh!
"It was getting stuffy inside", George smiled.
"Yes, it was...kind of. … Tell me."
"Tell you what?"
"Why you brought me here, of course."
"Why? Can't a guy ask his best friend out on a walk?" He feigned hurt.
She rolled my eyes, "Of course, he can. But you forget that I know you only too well to know when you simply need a walk and when you're bursting to say something."
He smiled sheepishly, "Caught me, huh?"
"As always!"
"Okay", he inhaled deeply, and the butterflies in her stomach started fluttering violently in anticipation.
"This might sound odd. No, it's definitely going to sound odd", he chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.
Oh, those usual signs of nervousness! But why is he nervous?
Inside her head, a voice was screaming in anticipation, "Oh! C'mon, just say it Georgie!!"
"Okay, look. What happened in the morning...y'know with my family saying those weird things and all...well, you're not mad, are you?"
"What? No! Not at all!" She tried to sound absolutely casual. "Why?"
"No, it's just...it was awkward, and..."
"And?"
His tongue darted out to wet his lips, "I noticed that you were a bit off after that. So..."
"Oh!" She had to come up with a lie, and quickly. "I was just thinking that...umm... it's so much fun at your house, and I'll have to leave in 5 days. Yeah. That was what made me sad." She gave him her widest smile.
He smiled back, clearly not convinced at the flimsy explanation, "You sure?"
"Yes. Of course." She noticed him looking suspiciously at her, and so she looked away.
"You looked somewhat uncomfortable yourself. All okay?" She smartly diverted the questions towards him.
"Yes. Yes, I'm fine”, he replied nervously.
"You sure?" She tried to mimic him.
George laughed, "Yes. It's just that", he stopped walking, "I was worried about what you might be thinking. You looked slightly upset."
He was looking at anywhere but her, and shifting his weight on his feet. "I don't want to lose my best friend, y'know", he finally looked at her after a pause.
"Best friend", She thought. "I wish I were a little more than that to you, Georgie."
"You won't", She smiled and took his hand in hers. "Never." She held out her pinkie towards him.
"Pinkie promise?" He laughed. "Really?"
"Umm, yeah! Let's say this is our version of the unbreakable vow."
"Okay", he locked his pinkie with hers, "done!"
"Done!"
They both laughed. And then somewhere in that happy moment the laughter faded away and was replaced by silence. A comfortable silence where only their eyes and smiles spoke. For a moment (Y/N) thought that she saw the same love in his eyes as she held for him.
But no. That’s impossible. He has just confirmed it himself. I’m his best friend. Only his best friend.
She decided to act before her emotions got the better of her.
"Let's go", She tugged lightly on his little finger which was still locked with hers.
"Oh!" His smile dropped, "You're sleepy?"
"No. I just...I don't know. You want to stay here longer? I don't mind. It's pretty nice out here anyway"
"No, it's okay, we can go. No problem. Besides, who knows what might be lurking in the shadows." He looked around with a frown but his eyes shouted "mischief".
"Ha ha! You can't scare me, Weasley. Besides, I have my best friend with me. He'll protect me", She smiled at him.
"Yeah, you can count on that", he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
I wish you knew what you're doing to me, Georgie!
"So", he spoke in that peculiar tone which was always followed by a mischief, "I remember you saying that you are not afraid of...my bite!"
For the God-knows-how-many-times that day her ears heated up again.
"Where are you headed exactly?" She asked him with furrowed brows.
"Just saying", he shrugged, "what if I'm a vampire in disguise? See, I have brought you this far from home, on a dark night, in the wee hours. And I'm so attractive that you couldn't say no to me. Now", he leaned closer, "what if I grow fangs and-"
She punched his chin.
"Ow! You little villain, you!"
"Oh! Did the little, weak human hurt the mighty vampire?"
He groaned.
"Now stop that acting, and let's go home before they start thinking that we have gone off snogging again."
At this, George straightened up and forgot all about his drama. (Y/N) raised a brow at him. Smiling sheepishly, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder once again, and they started off towards the Burrow.
"You know, George, if you try to scare me once again, I'll bite you."
George chuckled, "I wish!"
"What?" She froze.
"What?" His eyes were as big as saucers.
(Y/N) stared at him. "What did you just say?"
"What did I just say?" He gulped nervously. "I said 'you wish!'. Yes, I said 'Hah! You wish!'"
"Noooo..." She was sure she heard something else.
"Oh! (Y/N), you're hearing things. What else would I say? Come now, let's get inside before you start seeing things."
He pulled her towards his home which was now only a few more steps away. His words were still ringing in her ears. She looked up at him. Even in the dark, she could make out the tint of pink on his cheeks.
What the hell is going on?
They stepped inside, and George carefully locked the door.
"Care for some snacks?" He asked a bit nervously.
"Nope. I'll just get some sleep."
"Yeah. Me too."
He walked her till Ginny's door.
"Alright, good night, mate", he held out his fist.
"Good night", she punched it lightly.
Instead of heading upstairs to his room, George still stood there as if debating with his thoughts. Both the twins and (Y/N) usually hugged before going to bed but given the incidents of the day, it wouldn't be a surprise if they were having second thoughts.
After watching George's unrest state for a few seconds, she decided to drop her guard and take action.
"Hey", she touched his arm, "come here."
She wrapped her arms around his waist. It seemed to work instantly because she felt him relax. The next second, his long arms had her enveloped in a bear hug, swaying her lightly.
"Thanks", he smiled when they pulled apart.
"Idiot!"
"What? Why?"
"Nothing. Now go. It's pretty late."
He stood there, waiting for an explanation.
"Goooo!" She turned him around and pushed him.
He laughed, "Okay, as you say. Good night!"
"Good night", she smiled.
That night, (Y/N) went to bed with a heavy heart, knowing that the boy on whom she had been crushing for so many months now, sees her only as his best friend.
That night, George went to bed wondering if he had let go of the only chance of conveying his feelings to the girl who he had been in love with for over a year now.
