Fred & George Weasley Imagines/One Shots

Best friends Brother - G.W

Part 1 of my slow-burn mini-series

George Weasley x Fem Reader

About: The Reader is falling for her best mates older brother, she confines in Ron who is already afraid of losing his best friend to the brothers he's so pressured to be like.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, mention of food and eating, but of angst, George punching a creep.

Walking away from Hagrid's hut towards the castle, thoughts about the more quiet Weasley twin filled your hazy head - you were planning on shooting your shot, but first, you needed some advice and the only person who could do that right now is your best friend Ron - currently chewing your ear off about Hermione and the house-elves.

"She doesn't know when to stop, does she? All the S.P.E.W nonsense, if she brings it up one more time-"

"Hey, do you think George likes anyone?" you asked as cool as possible, trying to contain your nervousness and excitement.

Although you and George had only spoken few words to one another, he was all you could think about, all you ever thought about, day in day out. You would share sweet glances and looks across the common room in the evening, the beautiful amber glare coming from the flames projecting onto George's face, making him look like an angel.

As much as you liked him, you were terrified that he wouldn't feel the same, that he only saw you as his little brothers best friend - you hated it.

Ron slowed down from his brisk walk and he continued to stare at the ground "George? As in.. my brother?"

"yeah" you smiled shyly, swallowing hard.

Ron could feel his heart flutter, the idea of another person - his best friend - favouring one of his legendary twin brothers over him made him sick to his stomach, he couldn't lose anyone else, he wouldn't let it.

He pondered his thoughts, perhaps you were asking for someone else, someone Ron didn't care about - the desperation in his stomach kept churning to find out.

"I don't know" he replied in a huff "we don't really talk much, why are you asking anyway?"

You went quiet, suddenly finding interest in the scenery as the two of you edged closer to the castle.

"uh, no reason" you lied, running your hand through your hair.

For all of Ron's flaws, he could tell when his best friend was lying - he never failed to call you out for it in the past, you learnt not to play any card games with him - especially when galleons were on the table.

The two of you entered the loud castle, pushing past students in the hall, making your way to the Gryffindor common room.

"you like him, don't you?" Ron muttered under his breath, making sure everyone else around you couldn't hear.

You sighed and made eye contact with Ron, his facial expression even sourer than when he puked up slugs in the first year.

You walked up the stairs and held on to the rail, looking around for the Fat Lady "I suppose I do, I was thinking of asking him to-"

Ron could feel the sweat form in his palms and under his arms, images of you and George being together all the time instead of him flashed before him.

"I don't know, Y/N, you're two years younger than him, you haven't spoken more than ten words to each other."

Your heart pained for a moment, your spirits crushing like the ingredients in one of Snape's potions.

"I just don't think he'll like you that much, I don't want you to get hurt." he finished, the two of you finally reaching the portrait.