George X Reader: Fairy Tales

Happy ever after ending… Close your eyes and start pretending… You’re the princess to the story, and I can be your prince charming… Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, I'm the Beast, but you’re my Belle… So take my hand and dance with me… Just one kiss and you'll believe… We can turn the night into anything for you… ‘Cause sometimes fairy tales come true…

You sat on the grounds of Hogwarts, snow falling in a silent rain around you. A (f/c) scarf was loosely hanging from your neck, your robes tight against your slightly shaking frame. Your knees were pulled up to your chest, your wand between them. You rolled the stick in-between your fingers, (h/c) hair fluttering lightly in the chilling breeze. A faint smile was etched onto your lips as the snow drifted around you, a light dusting covering your shoulders and head. You were thinking again. Not about the holidays or the warmth of your empty dorm. Of a certain somebody. Of a Weasley. George Weasley, to be exact. Your mind ran a mile a minute, contradicting itself every moment. You really tried to tell yourself you liked him. But, he was a Weasley. A Weasley twin. That was one of the crucial ingredients in a batch of trouble and mischief. But, you liked him. But he was your friend. You tried not to dwell on the things that would never happen. It was hard. Instead, you tried to remember. Remember when you really started to believe you liked him. You weren’t always friends. Far from it. You almost laughed at how funny it really was…

“Watch it, Weasley!”

You carefully bent down to try and pick up the large stack of books you had been taking to the library. Well, until George Weasley smashed into you and practically made you face-plant into the floor. You didn’t look back as the ginger gave you a curious look, a crooked grin practically permanent on his lips. His eyes ran over your (h/l), (h/c) hair as you angrily blew it from your face. You had just put the last book on the stack when you heard Fred wolf-whistle, George shouting across the hall.

“Nice arse, (l/n)!”

Your face flushed a deep red as the students in earshot laughed. You gave a growl, rolling up the sleeves of your robe as you got up. The books were forgotten as you started toward the twins with anger burning like fire in your (e/c) eyes. The two just laughed and started to run, you on their heels…

Your smile grew a bit at the memory. George was always like that. It wasn’t that he tried to embarrass you. It was just what he did. Almost a habit. Of course, you got used to it as soon as you quit hating him. He apologized, most of the time, and you just laughed. You knew he meant it, but you just never expected him to actually apologize. It was funny. You went back to reminiscing, so lost in your thoughts and playing with your wand that you didn’t notice someone sit next to you. Well, not until a mess of ginger hair peeked out from a blue and grey cap.

“You’re going to freeze that pretty face of yours out here, you know.”

You could practically hear the crooked smile that always accompanied George’s voice. You rolled your wand in your fingers before looking up at him, (e/c) eyes meeting gorgeous brown orbs that danced in amusement. You stared in them for a moment before a light blush painted your already rosy and freezing cheeks. Your eyes fell back to your wand as you smiled.

“Maybe I want to freeze.”

Your voice was soft and quiet. The voice he always heard from you. George just smiled himself, pulling his own knees to his chest before he looked out at the snowy grounds of the castle.

“Fred’s with Angelina. What’s gotten into you, anyway? You’re never out in the snow.”

You just gave a light shrug, glancing up in the direction he was looking in. You decided to lighten the mood, smirking a bit.

“I’m waiting for my Prince Charming.”

George chuckled, a noise that was like music in your ears. You loved it.

“And who might that be?”

He looked over at you as your eyes fell back to your wand. You kept quiet, contemplating on really telling him the truth. Your tongue slid out to wet your freezing lips before hiding behind them. You stared at the wand in your hands, rolling it around in your fingers. You finally gave a halfhearted laugh, more of a scoff.

“I don’t believe in fairy tales or anything…”

George just laughed as you kept your gaze at the wood in your hand. You wanted to ask what was so funny before you remembered he was a Weasley twin. A breeze could make him laugh. Besides, you never complained about the sound.

“A world of magic and witches and wizards, and you don’t believe in fairy tales?”

You couldn’t help but give a light laugh. He had a point. It sounded stupid when he voiced it out loud. It made you regret saying it, honestly.

“I just- I don’t know. I guess I just don’t believe. Besides, even if I had some kind of Prince Charming, he wouldn’t ride some white horse. He’s too busy pranking first years anyway…”

You said the last part so quietly, George barely heard over the gentle wind. He stared at you for a long moment, his lips in a silent smile. You glanced at him before you looked back at your wand. You were waiting for him to laugh. Hell, you half expected him to believe you were talking about Fred. You held out your wand with a shaky hand, making red sparks fly from the end. You were about to make them change colors when George removed the stick from your fingers. They were left in the nipping air for only a moment before his hand grasped yours. You looked over at him, almost surprised. He was so unpredictable. He just smiled, tucking your wand in the band that held your hair in a messy bun. You smiled right along, clutching his hand tightly. You both looked out at the snowy grounds, leaning on the other for warmth. Maybe fairy tales really do exist.

We can turn the night into anything for you… ‘Cause sometimes fairy tales come true…