George Weasley x Ravenclaw! GN reader
Embers sparked from the fireplace onto the thick navy blue carpet of the Ravenclaw common room. A quiet chatter filled the space, as it almost always did. The Ravenclaw common room was never empty, someone was always studying, working, or sleeping on their books, it felt as if the rug was so plush it was meant for tired overachievers slumped over their studies. Tucked in a corner leaned against your favorite bookshelves your homework is left undone in your lap as you stare at the wall trapped in wandering thought. You find yourself so distracted you don’t notice the approach of a house mate, until they slide their back against the bookcase to seat themself beside you.
“Did you see Pansy’s new do?” the curly haired girl asked with a snorting giggle.
“Green really suits her doesn’t it?” you jested, joining her in laughter. You were grateful for your friendship with Nelly, she’d made you proud to be a Ravenclaw. Her thoughtfulness, creativity, and seeming ability to always say the right thing made you immediately cling to her when you met on the train to Hogwarts your first day.
Nudging you with her shoulder she rhetorically inquired, “Those boys sure know how to fuck with the wrong people, dont they?”
“First of all, we can’t be sure it was in fact them,” you rebutteled, “and secondly, the hardest people to mess with often need it the most.”
“Well, considering neither of us have said Weasley yet both knew who we were talking about implies we do know who did it.” Nelly laughed again. It seemed her dark regal eyes were meant to scrunch up in pleasant smiles all the time, it suited her lovely, round, face perfectly.
“Ah the double bladed dagger of fame.” You sighed with an exaggerated shrug. “I bet if two reasonably quiet ravenclaws attempted pranks they’d never get caught. And might even be extremely successful.”
Nelly narrowed her eyes as she stared into your wide inquiring ones. “Put your eyebrow down you nit. What do you have in mind?”
“Don’t you think Draco and Pansy deserve matching looks? Slytherin prince and princess, yes?” You asked your cohort, mischievous smile ever present.
“What implications are you making? You know I require directness.” Nelly questioned.
“A copycat prank-” you stopped for dramatic effect and to give Nelly a second chance to guess, but as she did not interrupt you, you continued your explanation, “Everyone already knows the twins caused Pansy’s green hair, so…”
“So we give the same elixir to Draco. Everyone will think it was Fred and George again, and we’ll get to enjoy some good justice and none of the punishment!” You finished with an accomplished smile.
“Ahh, justice without the justice, I see. I can’t believe you’re not Slytherin.” Nelly rolled her eyes.
“I’m vaguely insulted but you didn’t say no.”
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After helping with the potion Nelly was adamant that you have to be the one to do the actual deed, since it was your idea, so all you had to do was slip the little vial of shimmering liquid into Draco’s chalice at breakfast. Simple enough. Journeying alongside Nelly and a couple other Ravenclaw pals, you briefly passed the Slytherin table. Nelly stepped on Malfoy’s robes as she passed and while he turned to see who gave his robe a tug, you poured the vial in his chalice. Nelly fluttered her eyelashes and apologized with her bright smile, and Draco was none the wiser. You managed to contain your giggles until you reached your table, upon arrival you leaned into Nelly’s sweatered arm to hide your snickers as she hid hers in her cup of tea. Scanning the room your eyes landed accidentally on a particular weasley, one whom you were seconds away from throwing under a bus. George Weasley’s freckles seemed to tease you as they lined themselves up along his cheeks and marched onto the bridge of his nose. His hair was messy as if he never brushed it, which you assumed he hadn’t. His toothy smile crept to the side of his face as he bantered with his housemates. Nelly was the reason you loved being a Raveclaw, but George Weasley made you wish you could wear those red and gold ties, made you wish you were just a bit louder, and just a bit braver. Coffee colored eyes seemed to eat at your own as your lingering gaze was caught by its recipient. He tilted his head causing his mess of red hair to flop to the side as he offered a smile just for you and quickly received one in turn before you looked back down to your plate. You needed to distract yourself, you needed to eat a huge delicious breakfast right this moment.
“Y/N! Look, LOOK!” Nelly excitedly whisper yelled as she tugged on your arm and bounced in her seat, looking over at the almost forgotten Slytherin table.
“Holy shit it worked. We’re bloody geniuses.” you mumbled, staring at the green mop atop the head of the largest prick in school. Slowly other tables began looking over, and the snickers and stares of his own housemates alerted the now green haired boy to his altered appearance. Draco rose from his seat and stormed out of the dining hall as whispers increased before turning into full, loud conversations as his posse had followed him out. When your eyes drifted back to the Gryffindor table a viscous guilt seemed to find its way into your stomach, sloshing around, unsettled. When your eyes happened to meet George’s once again, you raised an eyebrow and motioned with your finger from the slytherin table back to him, mouthing the questioning word, “you?”. You felt guilty but you didn’t suddenly feel stupid, busting yourself was more of a gryffidor thing anyway. George looked around the room and offered back an exaggerated shrug. Perhaps he was still questioning whether they should take credit for it, or maybe he wasn’t sure if Fred had acted on his own. Regardless his lack of denial to the crime released some of your guilt, if he didn’t want the credit he’d figure it out. The Weasleys were a resourceful bunch.
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While trying to make your escape after breakfast you found yourself halted by a light grab on your sleeve. The grabber in question was of course the Weasley with whom you most struggled to keep your composure. Beyond simple crushing and blushing you now had to worry about any fumbles that may lead to a confession not of romance but of pranking guilt.
“Y/N can I walk with you to class?” George inquired with that tempting smile you couldn’t quite resist.
With a gentle teasing air and a very pointed gaze toward the ground you asked, “Do you get lost without Fred to walk with you?”
“I do, he’s my compass. Would you help a poor lost little boy find his way to class?” He asked, and the adorable begging look upon his face made you wish you’d kept your eyes on the floor.
Laughing, you replied, “I suppose. I am feeling charitable today.” His eyes shone and his grin pushed his freckles into each other. You could get used to him looking at you like that.
“Quite odd happenings at breakfast today, huh?” George questioned during your brisk walk through the hall.
“Ah yes, green looks quite good on them, you did an impeccable job.” You answered, nudging him with your shoulder.
“We did do a good job.” He agreed, and you smiled to yourself, feeling momentarily like you’d gotten away with your scheme, “And then someone else did an even greater job.”
“What ever do you mean by that?” You feigned ignorance as your eyebrows found refuge in the middle of your forehead.
“Well if I’m honest, which I rarely am, I think making the pair of them match was brilliant, but it was not Fred or I’s doing. At least not the Malfoy part.” George admitted as you two approached the door of your class.
Before you slipped into the room you left him with the haunting sentence, “Then it appears you have some competition.”
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The school seemed to be tiptoeing as the rate of pranking seemed to have increased substantially. The Weasley's vandalized the Hufflepuff entrance with glitter that seemed nearly impossible to get off, and stuck to the clothes of everyone who entered and exited. Then the Hufflepuffs’ common room floor was replaced by a bed of flowers, which garnered little uprise as most were quite content with the change, but it was intended to be a prank. Figuring their competitor wouldn’t prank their own house, Fred and George narrowed them down to a gryffindor or ravenclaw. Their assumptions were confirmed when they charmed the Ravenclaw books to fly away from their shelves and create utter chaos in the common room, and in response the gryffindor house received a prank as well. After entering the portrait hole the unfortunate gryffindor would land in 3 feet of water, the gryffindor common room had effectively become a children’s pool. As the prank war continued the Weasley twins managed to escape many punishments, but were not lucky enough to escape a few detentions. Their competitors however remained anonymous, with the small hint of Ravenclaw. The issue of competing with a Ravenclaw, was they seemed to think three steps ahead. Not to mention competing with one and a half ravenclaws, as Nelly helped occasionally but preferred to maintain limited involvement. You were so careful and thought everything out so thoroughly, that you couldn’t have predicted your downfall being your own over preparedness.
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You had stayed up all night trying to plan your next prank, the feeling of baffling the Weasley twins you had found surprisingly addictive. All your plans were charmed to invisibility, and tucked safely under a floorboard beneath your bed, you made sure to always be clean and precise, but you often forgot to give yourself time to rest. The nagging secrecy didn’t aid in your sleeping either, but overall you were quite proud of yourself. You didn’t even bat an eye when George asked to walk with you to your first class of the day, it had started to become a tradition after breakfast. Your guilt was easy to forget when you were laughing and sharing stolen glances with the tangerine headed wizard. But the walk to class you partook with George the morning after your all night scheming seemed to be doomed as your bonding with George had led him to notice the small changes in you that morning.
“Didn’t get much sleep last night?” He asked as his brows furrowed, looking at the grey bags under your eyes.
“What? Why do you say that?” You questioned, turning to face him.
“You just seem tired. What were you up to last night?” His inquisition, though initially innocent triggered a paranoia in the back of your mind. A stress your mind could’ve better handled had it gotten any rest the night before, but in your slightly crazed, drained state you failed to make sensical replies.
“Nothing. Sleeping probably. I don’t know, what were you doing?” You deflected ungracefully as you pointed your head to the floor. George’s feet stopped in place and you nearly walked right on without him. You stopped a few paces ahead of him and turned to look up at him as he stared back at you with squinted eyes.
“Sleeping. Probably.” came his reply as his gaze bore holes into your soul. He stepped towards you and you noticed briefly that you two would be late to class soon as the halls were quickly emptying.
You couldn’t back track now so you bulldozed straight ahead, “That is what I said.”
“Hmm, you’d think, a Ravenclaw as clever as Y/N, L/N, would be able to remember whether they slept or not.” He answered nonchalantly with a slight shrug.
“Well it’s hard to remember when you’re tired.” you mumbled, feeling the conversation crumble.
“And you’re tired because…?” George questioned with a small smile as he leaned nearer your face, still staring into your eyes.
“Because you are such a bother.” You huffed, turning to march off to class. Your motion was quickly stopped by his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you back. When you turned back around to face him you found yourself locked in an awkward, distanced hug, of sorts.
“And do you prank my house because you find me such a bother, L/N?” He questioned with the most mischievous of glints in his soft brown eyes.
Pausing to gather your courage you continued your denial, “I’m certain I have no idea what you mean.”
George pulled you slightly closer, and you turned your gaze from his eyes to his chest as a result. He spoke again, entirely ignoring your denial of his accusation, “I knew it had to be someone clever, and I don’t know anyone more clever than you, but I must admit I didn’t suspect you for quite a while. I didn’t think you would be so… difficult.”
“Difficult? Please. If anything, competition helped you make your pranks better.” You looked back into his eyes and had only a moment to do so before his face was rushing toward you. He brought his hand up to cup your cheek as his lips crashed into your own. Initially startled, your eyes stared ahead until his other hand came to the small of your back and you fully melted into him. You placed your hands delicately on his chest, before moving up and over his shoulders to hang loosely around his neck. When he attempted to pull away, your lips followed and found their way back to his causing George to huff a laugh as he kissed you again. When you relinquished your capture of his lips and moved your face back you stayed in each other's arms, warm and blushing.
“I’m glad it’s you.” George mumbled as he nuzzled his warm face into the crook of your neck, “Now that I’ve romanced you I can use your stealth powers to further my own pranking prerogative.” His comment earned your shoving him off of you as you both laughed.
“I can’t believe I let you make me late to class just to snog in the hall. You’ve truly spoilt my character.” You teased, planting a chaste kiss on his cheek. Before he had any time to reply, you bolted down the hall to class, and were not surprised to hear him follow quickly after you.
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First fanfic! It’s x reader because that’s the comfort food of fanfic to me, and felt like a good place to start. If anyone wants to request anything that’d be cool :)
(And every common room description I think of seems to start with a fire place...)
