Growing up as Harry Potter's twin, Y/N Potter, was never dull. The Weasley family had always been a constant in our lives, their warm, welcoming home a stark contrast to the cold, sterile environment of the Dursleys. Among the Weasleys, I found myself drawn to the twins, Fred and George, their infectious laughter and mischievous pranks a source of endless entertainment. But as the years passed, my friendship with George Weasley began to evolve into something more.

It was a typical day at the Burrow, the Weasley's home. George and I were in the attic, a space we had claimed as our own, working on new products for Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. We were covered in soot, our latest experiment having gone slightly awry, but we were laughing, the failure doing nothing to dampen our spirits.

Suddenly, George's laughter faded, and he looked at me, his eyes serious. "Y/N," he began, his voice uncharacteristically shaky. "There's something I need to tell you." I looked at him, my heart pounding in my chest. He took a deep breath, his hand reaching out to hold mine. "I think... I think I'm in love with you," he confessed, his gaze never leaving mine.

I was taken aback, my mind racing to process his words. I looked at George, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and fear. I realized then that my feelings for George had changed too. The butterflies in my stomach whenever he was around, the way my heart raced when our hands brushed against each other - it all made sense now. I was in love with George Weasley.

"George," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He looked at me, his eyes wide. "I... I love you too," I confessed, my heart pounding in my chest. A smile spread across his face, his eyes lighting up with joy. "Really?" he asked, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. I nodded, unable to suppress my own smile.

George leaned in, his eyes flicking to my lips. I closed my eyes, anticipation coursing through me. When his lips finally met mine, it was like a missing puzzle piece clicking into place. The kiss was soft and sweet, a promise of the love that was blossoming between us. As we pulled away, our foreheads resting against each other. 

"Will you be my girlfriend?" I smiled. "Y-yes," I stuttered due to the shock. "Y-yes I will be your girlfriend." He laughed and then I laughed. I leaned in to kiss him again. The same warm feeling filled inside me, (NOT LIKE THAT YOU FUCKING CREEPS)

I then heard a loud slam, "GET OFF MY SISTER YOU GIT!?" oops...

Thank you,

SpikeyTheBookworm

For suggesting this!