Request by @ickle-ronniekins : girl okay so i see that we’re both mildly (lol) in love with george weasley so i’ve got a request for ya bc your writing is bangin. could you do a reader x george where he’s a lil shy around her even though they’re like best friends and she’s the sassy flirty one but they’re not together yet (but everyone knows its getting there because they flirt obsessively) and finally one day shes like “damnit weasley just kiss me already” and hot af kissing ensues, is that okieeee? THANKS YOU ROCK TONS 
Pairing: George Weasley x Reader
Warnings: None, fluffy, idk man they make out
Words: 845

Notes: erica this was such a long request i had to include the whole thing lmao sorry for #exposing you (there’s also probably typos in this sorry)

You threw yourself into George’s arms, laughing giddily in the aftermath of Gryffindor’s win of the Quidditch match. You had been watching from the stands, anxiously hoping for a victory for your best friend. And sure enough, your hopes were met! George spun you around in a circle as he squeezed you around the waist, adrenaline still coursing through his veins from the win. 

“You did amazing!” You said as he put you down, your hands resting on his shoulders and a wide smile plastered on your face. 

“Thanks,” George replied and the two of you stood there for what seemed like an eternity, just standing there a smiling at each other dazedly. George’s hands rested on your waist and yours were slowly creeping from his shoulders to rest around his neck.

“Oi! Get a room!” Fred shouted at you, drawing attention to you and George and causing color to rise to your cheeks. You and George separated immediately, blow equally embarrassed at being caught red handed.  

“Oh, come on, Lee!” You groaned as you returned to the sitting area in the common room from getting another butterbeer. “I was sitting there!”

“Well, now you aren’t,” Lee said smugly from the chair that you had been occupying just moments ago. 

‘Where am I supposed to sit now?”

“You could always sit in my lap,” George said, gesturing grandly to his thighs. He looked smug as if he didn’t think that you would actually do it. But, oh, how wrong he was. You settled yourself onto George’s lap, casually sipping on your butterbeer as if nothing was out of the ordinary. You had never seen George Weasley looks so surprised in your entire life. 

“Thanks, Georgie, that was sweet of you,” You said all too sweetly, a mischievous edge to your voice as your pinched his cheek. 

“I can’t just ask her out!” George argued with his twin. “She’ll just say no and then everything will be completely awkward.” 

“You’re such an idiot,” Fred said. “She is so into you! How could you possibly think she’d say no?” 

“Well, just think about it. She’s gorgeous, she’s funny, she’s smart, she’s talented, she —”

“Now now, boys,” You said haughtily as you walked past the twins, effectively shutting George and making him blush, “there’s no need to talk about me all the time.”

Fred crossed his arms. “Down, girl. What makes you think we were talking about you?”

“Well, first of all, I’m gorgeous, funny, smart, and talented. And, second of all,” you said, chuckling slightly, “if George’s face doesn’t give it away then I don’t know what does.”  

You walked away laughing as George’s face turned even redder to the point where it rivaled the color of his hair. You adored the effect that you had on that boy. George Weasley, notorious prankster and one of the most popular boys in school, and he turned to putty in your hands. 

“No, absolutely not!” You said, pushing the piece of parchment away from you. “I’m not writing your essay, George, I have plenty of my own homework to do as it is.” It was past curfew and you were up late in the empty common room with George.

“Please,” George begged you, “I’m desperate! Snape never gives me good marks on my essays!” 

“What’s in it for me?” You asked with an arched brow, crossing both your arms and your legs.

“Anything! I’ll buy you butterbeer, I’ll get you a ton of stuff from Honeydukes, I’ll never pull another prank on you for as long as I live, I swear!”

“How about you just kiss me, Weasley?” You asked boldly, uncrossing your arms and leaning towards him.

George had a look of mixed excitement and terror on his face as you moved closer to him. “What? A-are you serious?” 

“Damn it, Weasley, just kiss me,” you said, twining your arms around his neck and tugging him closer to you. And then it happened. You were kissing. You were kissing your best friend. And you would be damned if it wasn’t the best feeling that you had ever experienced. 

George pulled you closer and his grip on your waist tightened considerably, making you giggle into the kiss, and George smiled as well. Your hands played with the fine hair at the nape of his neck as the kiss got more and more intense by the second. George’s tongue traced along your bottom lip and your lips parted, allowing his tongue to meet yours, and you sighed blissfully. 

One of George’s hands trailed up your spine, leaving chills in its wake, and it tangled in your hair as well. Your lips melded together wonderfully, both of your minds clouded with desire. But eventually you had to separate, and when you did, you dragged your teeth over his bottom lip, making George his as you pulled away. 

“Wow,” you said quietly as you sat there, pressed incredibly close to your best friend and a pink flush on your cheeks. This had been the best night of your life by far.