request: Hey! I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you would be willing to write a George x reader fic where they are on opposing quidditch teams and he accidentally injures her during a match and tries to make it up to her? maybe she can be in Hufflepuff since that's my house :3
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It was by some grace of God that she had never broken a bone in her five years on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.
There had been many close calls, a few sprains and one fracture but never a break. That was, of course, until the season's first Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff match.
It was simply a series of misfortunes that had led to it. The beaters, who were supposed to protect her from the bludgers, had dropped their bats. The other chasers were following the wrong Gryffindor chaser, and one of the Weasley Twins had hit the bludger just a little too hard towards her outstretched hand.
All these beautiful ingredients came together in two seconds to create the perfect conditions for disaster.
And so it was; the Hufflepuff captain was out of commission and forced to forfeit the match because their substitute chaser was sick.
All in all, she could only describe the match as a shit show.
It took two minutes for Madame Pomfrey to mend her arm and twenty minutes to chew out her team for acting like a bunch of fools on the pitch.
“We’ve been training for this since the beginning of term. Do you know how hard it is to book the pitch every Tuesday and Thursday? Do you understand the number of hours I’ve put into these plays? And for what? Arellano and Swanson,” She said, turning on her fellow chasers, “What the hell were you chasing Bell for when Johnson had the quaffle? Pollard and Bennett,” She turned to her beaters. “I swear to god I will super glue those fucking bats to your hands next game,”
The room was quiet.
“Get it together, or I will recruit a new team. The only person doing their job was Diggory,” she turned on her heel, stepping out of the room and making her way back to the castle, annoyance and anger evident on her face.
“Hey, L/N, wait up,”
She tensed at the sound of his voice.
“Sorry, Weasley, but I’m not exactly in the mood right now,” She brushed him off, continuing her trek to the castle.
“Are you mad at me for breaking your arm?” he asked, striding with her.
She just wanted to eat.
“No, I’m mad at my team for being a bunch of idiots; even if I was mad at you, why would you care?”
He shrugged, stepping into stride beside the aggravated chaser.
“I feel bad,” he said.
“It’s just par for the course; I knew what I was signing up for when I joined the team,” she said curtly, finally slipping away from the redhead.
He didn’t seem to get the hint, though, coming back into step with her.
“Still, I know it’s shit breaking a bone; let me make it up to you,”
She was tired, her arm was aching, and she was simultaneously sweating and cold. She just wanted to stuff her face and sleep for the rest of the day.
“Weasley,” she said, stopping and turning to look at him, almost hitting him in the face with her broom, “Please, for the love of god, leave me alone,” perhaps it was a little rude, but she would do anything at this point to shake the boy.
He simply grinned, holding his hands up in mock surrender.
“Okay, l/n, I got the hint,” he turned, walking back in the direction they had just come from.
Thank god.
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y/n shouldn’t have believed that George Weasley, of all people, would give up that easily.
She had hulled herself up in her common room for the rest of the weekend, ignoring all human interaction to pour over new quidditch plays. She had booked the pitch for first thing Monday morning.
4 a.m; she had her team up and going over the new plays she had created.
She knew they were annoyed with her; it was evident in the glares they all sent her as they limped into the showers, muddy and sweaty.
She didn’t care; the early morning Quidditch practice put her in a good mood for the day.
With a new spring in her step and the devastating loss behind her, she made her way into transfiguration.
Her mood was only slightly dampened when George Weasley took the empty seat beside her, a wide grin on his face.
“Mornin’ L/n, have a good practice?” He asked, leaning back in his chair.
She simply rolled her eyes.
She had seen the Gryffindor team trudging their way up to the pitch at 6 that morning, right as the Hufflepuff team were walking back to the castle for breakfast, Y/n was the only one smiling and ready for the day.
“It was productive,” She answered simply.
“Ready for your match against Raven claw next month?” He asked.
“Always,” she replied.
She knew he wanted to say something else, but Professor McGonagall had made her way to the front of the room, commanding the attention of everyone.
She ignored the boy throughout the lesson, focusing on the logistics of the Epoximise spell.
“Oi, L/n,” george whispered from beside her.
She ignored him.
He poked her shoulder.
She ignored him.
He pushed a piece of parchment across the table to her.
She looked up glaring at him, he simply gestured for her to read it.
She looked down.
“I hope you know CPR, cause you take my breathe away,”
She had to fight the smile that made its way to her face.
She scribbled something down in response.
“4/10. I’ve heard better.”
George let out a small laugh as he read the message. He thought for a second before scribbling something else down and sliding the paper across to her.
“I must have had some Felix felicis because I think I’m about to get lucky,”
She laughed audibly at that once, quickly slapping her hand to her mouth.
“7/10, that one was pretty good,”
George grinned at the response.
She knew he was trying to catch her eye but refused to look up. She knew if she looked at the boy, she would begin blushing uncontrollably. She did not need him, knowing that she was utterly charmed by him.
The piece of paper came back into her view.
“Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.”
She grinned.
“10/10, bold.”
She passed the paper back.
Before George could come up with another pickup line, the bell rang, and McGonagall was dismissing the class.
She shoved everything in her bag and left the room hastily; she realised that George had distracted her so much that she had nothing on the Epoximise spell and had new quidditch plays to go over.
She should have known that George would follow her, but she had twenty minutes to herself before he took the seat beside her.
She was the one to start the note-sharing this time.
“Did you get lost?”
“Only in your eyes”
She rolled her eyes at this.
“1/10, predictable and contrived,”
George huffed, stopping before his quill made contact with the parchment. It seemed he was thinking about something carefully before writing down one word.
“Hogsmead?”
She felt her face heat up again. She could feel Georges's eyes boring into her as she wrote her response.
Ahhh this was yesterday and I forgot to post it. BUT THATS EXCITING! Just wanted to say thanksss
Mini announcement: The fake dating trope with Fred is currently being worked on. I’ve had a lot more to do with school than I thought, but hopefully it will come out sometime within the next week - two weeks. Sorry it’s taking so long, but school is definitely more important in this case. BUT YEAH thanks for yo ur patience
McGonagall, finally snapping: all you ever do is think. You think think think and your ideas are still shit. Stop thinking. Drink a beer. And let me run things from now on
