A diary-written discovery (George Weasley x fem!reader)
A/N: Hey y'all, your time-wasting teen typer is back with another fic! I finally got a new one I've been daydreaming about out in text. With lots of procrastinating, of course. (I'M SO SORRY I HAVEN'T BEEN ACTIVE)
Summary: You had a diary, where you would always write about your most private thoughts, and your crush, George Weasley. You always daydreamed about an accident or happening that would help you confess your feelings for him, but one say after a fateful (and rather unprecedented) accident, things start getting drawn into reality, just not in the way you wanted it to.
Warnings: Fluff, kinda angsty(? seriously, idk if this is angst), stealing, Malfoy being a dick (if this isn't a warning, idk what is)
Requests are OPEN!
It was a nice, sunny afternoon and you were sitting underneath a tree near the Black Lake, writing in your diary. Harry was off with Hermione finishing up some unfinished homework, while Ron was stuffing his face in the Great Hall.
"What'cha you writing there, Y/N?"
You sigh, closing your diary. "None of your business, Weasley," you answer with an eye roll, fighting down a blush desperately as you're faced with your crush, Ron's older brother, George Weasley, who had always made it a habit to try and peek at your writing everytime he saw you (which you strictly disallowed). It was just a joke, really, and you'd just play along but you never showed anyone.
"Well, don't need to get all protective," he says with a smirk, walking off. You watch his vibrant red hair fade into the crowd of students relaxing outside.
Sighing again, you pack up your diary into your bag and decided to take a break. You stood up and strolled off humming a tune.
Further away, George sat with Fred and Lee, watching you. "Honestly mate, will you stop making goo-goo eyes at her? Just confess!" Fred urged. George sighed and turned away. "Do you think confessing to a girl is THAT simple? Confessing to a girl that I've been crushing on since I was 13? A girl that is also and very conveniently my younger brother's best friend?" he quips.
"Yes! It is, you twat! Stop overthinking! All you have to do is word it right!"
George groaned. "You really don't get it, do you? Obviously knowing me since birth, you KNOW I overthink things everytime! And besides, she doesn't like me how I like her," he grumbles, trying to express the problem to his brother, who obviously didn't get it.
Fred sighed. "Look, do you really like her?"
"Yes! Of course I do! I made it quite clear hundreds of conversations ago," George shoots back.
"Then tell.her.," Fred urged. George sighs in frustration but decides not to argue, knowing his twin's answer will always be the same.
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"So, what were you up to today, Y/N? I didn't see you all day!" asked Hermione. You had met up with the trio in the library after finding them. Ron had obviously joined them after eating.
"Amusing myself," you answer quickly, sitting in a chair.
"It's George again, isn't it?" she asks.
You sit up, surprised. "Yes, I know you like him," Hermione says, rolling her eyes while giving you an amused smile as Harry and Ron grin.
"But-how??" you ask.
"Y/N, I'm not as dense as Harry and Ron you know. I'm able to put two and two together much faster," Hermione answers, her smile widening.
"Hey!" the two boys say in unison.
"Fine, I do, okay?! Please, don't tell him," you beg.
"Why not?" Hermione asks, surprised. "You know he doesn't like me in the way I like him!" you exclaim. "Especially you two! Don't think of trying any loopholes!" you say to Harry and Ron.
"Oh, alright," Hermione sighs, knowing full well that you were wrong. It was very obvious to all your friends that you two liked each other, and they were waiting for both of you to make a move.
"But why won't you tell him? He likes you, Y/N!" Hermione points out, trying to knock some sense into you. "Hermione, he doesn't like me. Believe me, I know," you say in a bored voice. "But it would be nice though, if something helped me to confess," you mumble. "Gosh, why won't you just do it yourself?!" Ron says.
"It's not that easy, you know Ronald!" you say. He sighs and rests his head on the table. "Like I said, it would be nice if I didn't have to say it, but he'd know," you sigh. The trio looks at you pityingly, but they decide to change the subject.
But in the next few weeks, little did you know, your prayers would be answered in the most unexpected way.
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You were walking back to the Common Room after an overwhelming day of classes, when you bumped into someone when you weren't paying attention.
"Watch it, Y/L/N! Try and see where you're going for once!" snapped Malfoy. You sighed, figuring out he was the one you bumped into.
You sighed and nodded lamely. Usually, you would put up a bit more of a fight, but today you were too exhausted to deal with Malfoy at the moment.
Malfoy snorted. "Aren't you going to apologise?" he demands. "Nope," you quip, ready to leave. But Malfoy grabs your bag right before you could leave.
"Hey!" you yell, clawing at your bag. Unfortunately for you, you had forgotten to close your bag properly so as Malfoy grabbed your bag, all its contents tumbled out. A few pencils and bottles of ink rolled across the floor as books rained out, some of them opening.
And to your bad luck, your diary toppled out, and at that exact moment, students started crowding around you and the blonde boy. Shit, you thought. Just as long as Malfoy didn't see it-
"What's this, Y/L/N?" Malfoy sneers, picking up.....you guessed it, your diary. "Oooh what's this, Y/L/N?" he drawls. "Give it back, Malfoy," you say, trying to do it quickly.
"'My diary'! I wonder what's in here?" Malfoy asks, a cruel smile painting his features. "Malfoy, give it here," you say, your breathing shallow.
Instead, he opens the book and flips to the beginning of an entry. "Dear diary.....," he starts reading. "No!" you yell, advancing on him. Then you feel Crabbe and Goyle grab your arms. You struggle but you were unfairly outnumbered, 2 to 1.
Malfoy continues to read. "There's no doubt about it, I LOVE him! I can't seem to stop thinking about him, and I'm trying so hard not to. I wish I could tell him, because I know he doesn't love me back and I can't keep it to myself the more I talk to him!" Malfoy mocks in a falsetto voice. You feel tears running down your cheeks. No! Don't cry in front of him! You think, but you can't help it.
"Stop it!" you yell. "He's always on my mind!" Malfoy reads, ignoring your yells.
"His smile," he gasps, overdramatically. Ringing in your ears. "His voice!" the blonde says. "Why am I always talking to him just to hear his voice?"
"Please stop!" you yell angrily, struggling pointlessly against Malfoy's cronies. "Oh my, I think I've found a key clue to who Y/L/N's anonymous admiree is!" he calls smugly. You yell angrily, kicking and squirming.
"He has......," Malfoy announced with a pause, "Red hair!" he yells, as some people laugh, some watching on with pitying looks on their faces. You groaned, giving up. At least George isn't here to hear this.
"Oooh, who is it, Y/L/N?" Malfoy taunts. You sigh, unable to look at him, opting to look away. Then......
"Hey! Let go!" yelled a familiar voice. Your stomach drops uncomfortably, recognising George's voice.
You look up to see him pushing his way through the crowd with his twin, face set. "Ah, Weasley, did you hear, Y/L/N's crush is a-"
"I heard, and please don't bother Y/N again," George snapped.
"Really, Weasley. I was knocked to the floor!" Malfoy said. You scoff, looking at him. "I barely made you stumble!" you retaliate.
"Malfoy, please leave her alone while I'm being nice. Or I'll knock you to the floor," George threatens. The blonde boy scoffs and throws your diary at you. Crabbe and Goyle let you go as Malfoy slinks off, the crowd of students dispersing.
You run off, not caring about your diary or other belongings. George watches you run away. Then he feels a small book come in contact with his head. "Hey!" he snaps, looking at Fred, who threw it at him. "Go after Y/N!" Fred urges him. "I'll clean up here,"
George nods and runs off. He searches for a good 20 minutes after finding you sitting on a window ledge at the astronomy tower. "Y/N?" he calls tentatively, not wanting to startle you.
You jump, turning around. You had stopped crying, and was just enjoying the alone time with the cool wind. "Oh....hey," you mumble. "Do you mind?" he asks, motioning to the space next to you. You shake your head, scooting more to the side, to let him sit. He sits down and looks at you. You had turned your head away from him, avoiding eye contact.
"Are you alright?" he asks gently.
You nod. "Malfoy's a right dick," you grumble, making George laugh. "'Course he is," he chuckles. He looks at you, smiling slightly. You were laughing along with him, which made him glad that you had taken your mind off the incident.
"Can I ask you a question?" he asks. "Sure," you say. "Who's the red head you like?"
Your stomach drops again. "Well.....that-that was....," you stammer, trying to steer the conversation away. George sighs, thinking that he was right. You didn't like him.
"It's Ron?" he suggests, half-jokingly. You whip your head in his direction. "What?! No!" you quickly say.
"Percy?"
"Too stuck-up, no thank you," you joke, hoping he would stop talking about it. "No offense," you add. George laughs, "None taken," he says.
"But seriously, who is it? I'm sorry if I'm intruding, but I'm curious," he says.
"I......don't like anyone!" you insist, but of course George knew you were lying.
"I knew it," he says quietly. "It's Fred," he guesses. "Huh?" you ask confusedly. "You like Fred?" he asks. "W-well....," you say. "You should've told me! Then I would've told him!" he says with a brave attempt at a smile.
"No....George-," you stammer. "It's fine! I'll go get him," he mumbles, standing up. Your brain is in a scramble and you're confused. Oh, fuck it. You think. As George was about to turn, you run towards him and smash you lips on his. It was stupid, you knew that, but it was rather last minute.
But to your surprise, instead of pushing you off in shock, George wraps his arms around your waist and returns the kiss. Your hands move to his hair as one of his hands cup your face, tilting it to the side, deepening the kiss. You feel him smile as your heart races.
Once you part, you giggle when George chases after you, stealing one more kiss before opening his eyes. "Well, that wasn't what I was expecting," he notes with a smirk. "But I'm not complaining," he adds, making you laugh.
"I'm sorry if I surprised you," you apologise sheepishly. "Are you kidding? That was the best surprise ever!" he says, making you smile. "Well, if I didn't make anything clear, I like you, George," you say.
He grins happily. "The feeling's mutual, love," he jokes, smiling when he sees you laugh and smack his chest playfully. "Well, I like you too! Who would've known?" he snorts. "Yeah yeah yeah, zip it," you say.
He pulls you into a tight hug, which you smile at and return. He feels like home. "Sorry that I forced that out of you," he says. "You don't look sorry," you remark.
He laughs. "Then can I make it up to you?"
You pretend to think. "Hmm, it's depending. What do you suggest as payment?" you ask wryly.
"How about more of this?" George says, leaning in and capturing your lips in a short kiss. You raise your eyebrows. "And I'll cuddle you everyday, and I'll help you prank Malfoy as payback," he adds.
"That can be arranged," you answer. George chuckles. "Looks like we have some planning to do."
Ay ay ay this took a week to finish! Hope you enjoyed!
