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pufflyhallows · 5 years

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Overreading

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

a/n: It’s been a long while since I last posted a fic. I must say I’m pretty happy to be back! Enjoy this little idea I had a while back and just now got the time to actually write it. ALSO, credits to Pottermore! I took inserts from there to work out this one :)

Summary: You’re an anxious girl who always follows the rules. Fred and George change that a little and save the day after you lose your permit to go to Hogsmeade.

Word count: 2,395

Warnings: a bit angsty

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“We’ve come to give you a bit of festive cheer before we go. Come in here...”

You heard a familiar voice from behind the one-eyed statue, where you were standing while you searched for your Hogsmeade permit in your bag. You stopped, feeling frustrated that you couldn’t find the parchment, and suddenly you heard a door being opened not far from you. You walked around the statue and saw three very familiar figures going inside a room. You approached the door after it was closed and tried to listen to the people inside, just to make sure if you knew them.

“Early Christmas present for you, Harry,” you heard the voice of your friend, George Weasley.

“What’s that supposed to be?” Harry asked in a very suspecting tone.

“This, Harry, is the secret of our success,” George said. You could hear the sound of paper being handled.

“It’s a wrench, giving it to you,” said Fred, “but we decided last night, your need’s greater than ours.”

“Anyway, we know it off by heart,” said George, “We bequeath it to you. We don’t really need it anymore.”

“And what do I need with a bit of old parchment?” said Harry.

“A bit of old parchment!” said Fred offended, “Explain, George!”

“Well... when we were in our first year, Harry-”

“Miss Y/L/N, what are you doing here?” Professor McGonagall questioned, startling you.

“I-Um-I was... looking for my permit!” you walked away from the door and opened your bag to pretend you were searching.

“I’m afraid you won’t be able to join your classmates on this trip if you still haven’t found the document,” she adverted.

“Maybe if my parents write a letter saying I can go...”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. The rule is very simple: no permit, no trip,” the professor gave you a pitying look and left.

You sighed in complete discontentment. Taking off your scarf, you started walking back to your dorm, but someone pulled you from behind, placing their arms around your waist.

“What the-Fred!” you looked at the ginger boy, who had pulled you inside the empty classroom where they were having their conversation, “What the hell?!”

“Congratulations!” he smiled, “All your problems have been solved.”

“What?” you frowned.

“We know you were listening to our conversation behind the door,” said George, “Don’t worry,” he raised his hand when you mumbled an excuse, “We heard yours too.”

“And we think you need this just as much as Harry,” said Fred. The third boy gave you a sympathetic look that you gladly returned, although you were very confused.

George took out his wand, touched a piece of parchment on one of the desks lightly and said, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.”

And at once, thin ink lines began to spread like a spider’s web from the point that George’s wand had touched. They joined each other, they criss-crossed, they fanned into every corner of the parchment; then words began to blossom across the top, great, curly green words, that proclaimed: Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makers are proud to present THE MARAUDER’S MAP.

“Right into Hogsmeade,” said Fred, tracing one of the passages showed in the map with his finger. “This one leads right into the cellar of Honeydukes. We’ve used it loads of times. And as you might’ve noticed, the entrance is right outside this room, through that one-eyed old crone’s hump.”

Both you and Harry were astounded by the treasure in front of you.

“Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs,” you read, “Who are they?”

“We don’t know,” sighed George, “But we owe them so much.”

“Noble men, working tirelessly to help a new generation of law-breakers,” said Fred solemnly.

“Right,” said George briskly, “don’t forget to wipe it after you’ve used it –”

“– or anyone can read it,” Fred said warningly.

“Just tap it again and say, ‘Mischief managed!’ And it’ll go blank.”

“So, young Harry, young (y/n),” said Fred, in an uncanny impersonation of Percy, “mind you behave yourselves.”

“See you two in Honeydukes,” said George, winking.

They left the room, both smirking in a satisfied sort of way. You and Harry looked at each other quite hesitantly. You still flustered by that wink.

“Should we...?” you asked, the fear of being caught poking your chest.

“Why not?” Harry shrugged, but he didn’t look confident.

You followed his steps outside the classroom to the one-eyed statue. Harry stopped, read something on the map and whispered “Dissendium.” Right away, the statue opened itself, revealing a dark hole inside. You two entered it.

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Peppermint Toads, Sugar Quills, Chocolate Frogs, Jelly Slugs... One by one, you admired the treats. You had never seen that many types of sweets before. Being a muggleborn had its own magical aspects, such as experiencing a lot of ‘first times’. Harry had invited you to go with him and search for his friends, but you knew he was just being polite, so you declined his offer with a thankful smile. You didn’t mind being alone, you actually enjoyed it.

Taking your time, you picked the treats that interested you the most. It was a very difficult mission since every single one of them was something completely different from what you were used to. But eventually, you managed to head to the checkout counter and pay for your purchases, leaving the store right after that.

Although you had spent the entire week longing your visit to Honeydukes, now that you had done it, you felt a bit lost. You looked around hoping to spot at least one of your friends and just follow them for the rest of the trip, but you didn’t see anyone familiar. You did see something interesting, though. How could you forget Tomes and Scrolls? Feeling excitement take over your body again, you entered the bookstore.

The comforting scent of old parchment was all over the place. You were amazed by the number of books around you. The shelves were stacked to the ceiling! You couldn’t stop a tiny smile that insisted to form on your face. That place was so cozy. You walked between the piles of books and the full shelves searching for something that could sparkle your interest. Finally, you found a book that seemed to be a fun reading: The Tales of Beedle the Bard. That title felt quite familiar, although you weren’t sure if you had heard of it. You bought the book and left the shop.

You decided to take a little walk in the village before heading to another establishment. The Shrieking Shack was a very appealing place to you since you had always liked to try to decipher things you didn’t understand. That haunted house story? You didn’t believe in that.

As you got further from the concentration of people and closer to the abandoned house, you felt colder. You knew it was because of the lack of human heat around you, but that small stubborn part of your conscience told you it was because of the spirits in the Shrieking Shack. Smiling at your own silliness, you kept walking until you reached the wooden fence that stopped the visitors from getting too close to the house.

“Spooky, huh?” you heard a voice right next to you and flinched.

“Bloody hell, George,” you whispered, placing a hand on your hard pounding chest.

“Sorry. I thought you heard me coming,” he apologized, but he had a very satisfied smile on his face.

“No, you didn’t,” you rolled your eyes jokingly.

George rested his arms on the fence beside you just like you were doing. His elbow was just a few inches away from yours. If only he knew what that small distance did to you.

“Do you know the story behind it?” he pointed at the house.

“I’ve heard it’s haunted,” you shrugged.

“The villagers say that screams and howls could be heard coming from inside as if dozens of souls were trapped in pure agony,” George said in a deep tone trying to frighten you.

“I don’t buy it,” you shook your head in disbelief, “I don’t believe in such thing.”

“Okay then. Do you wanna find out if it’s true?”

“How?”

“We could go there and see for ourselves,” he proposed.

“No, thank you,” you snorted.

“I thought you weren’t scared,” he teased.

“I’m not. I said I don’t think it’s haunted, but it doesn’t mean it’s empty. For as far as I know, there could be a murderer hiding, just waiting for his next victim to be stupid enough to go inside,” you stepped back and crossed your arms, “So no, thank you.”

“You really think these things through, don’t you?” he said, also stepping back, putting his hands on his jeans’ pockets.

“I guess I just watched a lot of horror movies,” you shrugged.

George seemed slightly confused but shrugged it off as well. Probably a muggle thing, he thought.

“Well, that’s a bummer,” he sighed, “I was hoping I would finally be able to show off my dueling skills.”

You laughed.

“Dueling skills?” you looked at him, “I would die to see you dueling.”

“You really underestimate me,” he played offended.

“I’m joking, silly,” you gently pushed him, “Hey, where’s Fred?”

“At Zonko’s looking at some new stuff.”

“Why aren’t you there?”

“You want me to go away? Okay then,” he walked a few steps away but you pulled him back by his arm.

“You know I don’t,” you said, trying to ignore the fact that his arm was unexpectedly strong, “But seriously, though. Why are you here?”

“I wanted to look for you. I didn’t find you at Honeydukes,” he shrugged.

“So what? You didn’t have to worry about me, you could’ve just enjoyed your trip,” you told him, feeling guilty for having forgotten you were supposed to wait for them.

George looked at you like you were crazy.

“It wouldn’t be that fun if you weren’t with me.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you looked at him feeling your cheeks burn.

“Of course it would,” you shook your head and looked down, “You have been here without me before.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t know you back then,” he moved closer and you looked at him.

Your heart started pounding as he shortened the distance between you two. Little did you know that he could barely breathe at that moment and suddenly all the cold you felt before disappeared.

“And does that make any difference?” you asked, hope more than noticeable in your tone.

“Yes. A lot, actually,” he let out.

“Good,” you nodded slowly, “Because it does to me as well.”

“Good,” George copied you, also nodding.

“There you are!” you two startled at the interruption. Disappointment took over your bodies as you both realized your little moment was shattered into several pieces. “I had been looking for you, guys.”

“Well, you found us,” you smiled at Fred. How could he know, after all?

“Just in time,” said George sarcastically.

“Lee is waiting for us at The Three Broomsticks,” Fred told you, “C’mon.”

“The Three Broomsticks!” you gasped, “I’ve heard so many things about that place. Let’s go!”

George smiled discreetly at your excitement. How could you be so adorable?

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As your group left Zonko’s laughing at the end of the trip, you felt your heart full of happiness. You were so thankful for your amazing friends. After having your first butterbeer at the most famous pub in Hogsmeade, the boys dragged you to the joke shop. You never thought you could laugh that much in your life. Seeing Percy have a fit of hiccoughing after eating the Hiccough Sweet the twins gave him made you feel guilty but also laugh really hard.

George wasn’t feeling any different from you. He was very happy to see one of his dearest friends having so much fun. Especially when the friend in question was you, the girl he cultivated feelings for. Besides, you were always so worried about following the rules that sometimes it stopped you from having fun. George felt relief and pride as he heard your lovely and rare laugh.

“Today was definitely one of the best days of my life,” you told them sincerely.

“Then you should hang out with us more often, Y/N,” Lee raised his eyebrows accusingly.

“You are a hundred percent right!” you raised your finger as you replied.

“I’m sure it won’t be ‘a life of endless pain’ until the next trip, Mr. Finnigan. You can head back to the castle now,” Professor McGonagall spoke not far from you. It was time to go back, although none of you wanted, and the Transfiguration teacher was already telling the students to move.

“Oh, Merlin! She can’t see me here,” you reminded the boys desperately, “She thinks I’m in Hogwarts.”

“C’mon,” George held your hand and guided you quickly through the people, leaving Lee and Fred behind. You only stopped when you reached the door of Honeydukes. “You’re going back the same way you came.”

“But what if someone sees me?” the fear of being caught emerged again.

“I’ll be waiting for you at the one-eyed statue. I’ll make sure no one sees you,” he smiled, trying to make you calm.

“Can’t you come with me?” you asked, almost begging.

“Sorry, doll. I have to be seen entering the castle with Fred. Otherwise, they’ll send Filch after me,” he joked, but it was true. Professor McGonagall would make sure every student was back safe and sound.

“Okay...” you nodded but winced, “Oh, gosh. It was so much easier when I wasn’t alone.”

“Hey, you’re not alone. I’m right here with you!” George put his arm around your shoulders. “All you gotta do is go to the cellar and walk all that way back to the castle. I’ll be there waiting for you at the statue like I said. And don’t think about anything, just keep walking.”

You nodded quite hesitantly. Although he managed to calm you a bit, you were still anxious.

“Now go. The longer you stay here worrying, the worse it gets,” he slightly pushed you towards the store.

“Okay,” you walked two steps and looked back.

George smiled kindly at you and nodded. You took a deep breath and entered the shop.

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As soon as you stepped out of the statue, you saw George looking from one side to the other, keeping his promise and guarding the perimeter.

You ran towards him and hugged him tightly. It could be seen as something silly by other people, but for you those situations that had a risk of being caught made your anxiety go through the roof. That’s why you always followed the rules.

“H-Hey!” he chuckled and hugged you back, but also melting at the totally unexpected action.

“Oh my God, I thought I was going to die,” you spoke against his neck, “I think Mr. Flume saw me.”

“Who the hell is Mr. Flume?” he asked smiling at your adorableness.

“Honeydukes’ owner! He’s gonna tell Dumbledore. I’m doomed.”

“He’s probably used to it, Y/N. He must have people walking around his entire shop every day,” George let go of your embrace to look at you. “And he doesn’t even know your name! How would he report you?”

“I don’t-I don’t know.”

“Just take a deep breath. Like this,” he breathed slowly and you copied him. It did make you feel better.

“Thank you, George,” you looked him in the eyes, “For today. I really needed it.”

“You’re welcome, silly,” he hugged you again and this time it lasted a bit longer. It was so strange how your bodies fit so perfectly. Every time you hugged him, it felt like... home. You felt safe in his arms in a way you never felt before in your life. And it was so strange because how could that be possible? You knew each other for such a short amount of time.

“Now we should get going,” George said when you split, trying really hard to hide the fact that he was a flustered mess. “Everyone’s await in the Great Hall.”

You nodded. But before he could walk, you placed a soft kiss on his cheek. And before he could say anything, you started walking.

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“I bought a pair of nose-biting teacups,” Lee said excitedly at the table, “I think I’m just gonna leave them around the common room and watch the unlucky people get mad.”

“Nice job in reveling your plan, Lee. Now Y/N won’t be one of them,” Fred patted his shoulder.

“I didn’t want Y/N to get her nose bitten,” Lee shrugged.

“Thanks for being a true friend, Lee,” you moved closer to Fred to say those words and he smiled.

You and your friends talked about the day and shared your different perspectives. The most interesting one was by far yours. George looked at you with a tender expression while you told them your impressions of the village. The happiness in your voice was so evident that made him feel happy too. He had been to Hogsmeade several times over the years, but this one was definitely the most special one, apart from his very first time. George never thought he would find cute the excited way a muggleborn talks about the Wizarding World, but he did.

“I can’t wait to go to Honeydukes again,” you sighed. “But the proper way this time,” you looked at George with a playful smile.

“Boring,” he shook his head jokingly.

Before you could reply, an owl entered the Great Hall and dropped a letter in front of you. You grabbed the letter but threw it back on the table after you saw who it was from.

“I’m really tired,” you told your friends standing up, your expression completely different from the one you had minutes before, “I think I’m gonna head to the dormitories.”

The boys didn’t say a word, too intrigued by that letter and your reaction to it.

“Goodnight,” you said leaving.

“Y/N, your letter!” Lee waved it at you.

You ignored him and kept walking towards the Great Hall doors.

“Who’s it from?” Fred asked, taking the letter from Lee’s hand and reading the envelope, “It’s someone from her family. Look, it’s her last name.”

George read it and instantly understood why you didn’t want to open that letter.

“It’s from her father,” he said and the two boys still didn’t understand, “Y/N doesn’t really talk about him, but I remember she said something in the train when we came back in September. I think they had a fight or something.”

Fred and Lee looked at each other.

“You two are really close, huh?” Fred raised an eyebrow, teasing his brother.

“Shut up,” George stood up and took the letter from Fred to go after you.

He walked fast in the hope he would reach you before you could go inside your dormitory, and only stopped when he arrived at the common room. He looked around and found you sitting on the couch next to Harry Potter. George wasn’t supposed to feel that way, but the insistent jealousy took over his heart as he saw you placing a hand on Harry’s knee and rubbing your thumb on it.

“I don’t know what happened, and you don’t have to tell me, but just remember that you’ve got great friends by your side and you’re not alone,” you told Harry and stood up, receiving an attempt of a smile in return. You two weren’t friends, but you had always been really nice to each other and he was the first person to talk to you in Hogwarts. When you saw his sad semblance, you knew something was wrong with him and you had to make sure he knew everything was going to be okay, even if you didn’t know what was happening.

“Hey, George!” Angelina called, making him look away from you and your new best friend, “Do you wanna play?”

The girl showed him the deck of Exploding Snap and he felt angry. Not at her, not at you, not at Harry. At himself. He’d been falling in love with you for a while now, but you two had an awesome friendship and he was so afraid of ruining it. And now there you were, having a little cute moment with his brother’s best friend. ‘The boy who lived’, the big hero. But he wasn’t going to think bad things about Harry, not at that moment, not ever.

“Yes,” he replied to Angelina.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Harry said, “It means a lot.”

You nodded at him and walked to your dormitory. You felt observed but didn’t mind. Once you got to your room, you felt the tears blurring your vision as your father’s words echoed in your ears.

“I thought my daughter would be a lawyer, a doctor or even a fucking teacher.”

He said to your mother in the car when he thought you weren’t listening, but your headphones weren’t playing the music yet.

“School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,” he scoffed, “What’s her future gonna be like?”

“A more exciting one,” your mother replied calmly, “You should be happy.”

“I’d be happier if my daughter was normal and this nonsense didn’t exist.”

You sat on your bed and cried for a couple of minutes. Why would he send a letter? What did he have to say that couldn’t wait until summer? You weren’t going to read it. You chose to preserve your mental health rather than satisfying your curiosity.

Someone entered the room and you instinctively looked to the other side to hide your face, but you were sure the person could tell you were crying.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Hermione Granger asked as she walked closer.

“Yes. I just need...” you sniffed and wiped your tears. You needed George. “I need to go.”

You stood up abruptly and left a worried Hermione behind. You walked down the stairs to the common room and heard laughter coming from one corner. Looking at that way, you saw George playing some cards with his teammates. It wouldn’t be a problem if you hadn’t seen Angelina Johnson placing her hand on his and leaning her body to the side just to touch his shoulder with hers while she laughed. Visibly just an excuse to get closer.

You didn’t know how to react when you saw that he was laughing too and that he didn’t move his hand away from hers. But why would he, anyway? He could do whatever he wanted. What you didn’t expect was that he would notice you on the other side of the room. George locked his eyes in yours and frowned when he noticed how puffy they were. It was still wet under them and your cheeks and nose were very rosy. At that moment he realized you had been crying.

When George moved on his chair to stand up, you ran back to your room.

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Edit: Part 2 is here.

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