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George Weasley x reader the arrangement

And this is where we are now... surprised? Yeah me neither.

I look at George in disbelief.
-You? It's my parents who sold me off to you! I protest. He glares at me.
-Don't you dare, I am as much of a victim as you are in this, he points a finger at me.
-Oh really? I have a paper that states otherwise! I argue back.
-Children! McGonagall interrupts. We look at her.
-This is nothing to argue about! The arrangement has been approved by the ministry and therefore will happen, she says.
-But professor- It's the law, she interrupts George. He shuts his mouth and I can see how his jaw clenches.
-Professor I don't think you understand, I despise him! I beg Dumbledore.
-And I hate her! George joins in.
-Something has got to be done about this! George insists to the two professors. Dumbledore cannot do anything but sigh.
-I am afraid children, that there is nothing that can be done. The law has stated that all half blood and pure blood children are to be set up in an arrangement with another witch or wizard through the ministry, Dumbledore calmly states. We stand quiet for a while. McGonagall looks between us.
-I understand if you would like to contact your parents, we could arrange a meeting for you, she says sadly. I take my bag and stand up.
-I'm sorry professor, but with all due respect I don't think I'll ever want to speak to my parents ever again, I say.
-And I don't think I'll be able to attend any of today's classes either. Now I will beg you adieu, I say and head out of the office.

As fast as I got down into the empty corridors I start to cry. I cry more the closer I get to the Gryffindor common room. Suddenly I see another familiar ginger; Fred Weasley. I see how he looks concerned at me. I try to ignore him but he stops me.
-Hey, what's going on? He asks. He's the nicer one of the twins. He's never wished me any harm.
-I really don't want to talk about it, I say.
-C'mon, what's troubling you? He asks. I feel rage burn in me.
-Why don't you ask your brother once you find him, I snap.
-Who, Ron? He asks. I shake my head.
-Wait, George? He asks. I look into his eyes.
-Oh what did that idiot do now? He asks.
-He didn't do anything, I say. Fred looks wondering at me. Then I hear footsteps behind me and I turn to see the other twin heading towards us.
-Now if you'll excuse me, I say and immediately leave the situation.

As I get to the common room I sit down on the sofa in front of the fireplace and try to dry the never ending tears dropping from my eyes. Then I hear the portrait open and close. I look up and the twins have walked in. George seemed to look ok but glares at me as fast as his eyes fall on me. I glare back and grab my bag as I stand up from the sofa. We glare at each other for a couple of seconds before I head up to the girls dormitories. When I get there I lay down on my bed and try to rest for a while.
-I can't believe this is happening to me... I have to be dreaming.... In that case I wish I wake up soon, I say to myself as I curl up on my bed and softly fall asleep.

A few weeks later:
It's late fall now. I've spoken to my parents about it and how they thought that this arrangement would do good things for the family. I didn't agree but what 16 year old would. Turns out that almost everything is set up for you once the arrangement is accepted. I've already started to get questions about wedding cake flavor and the wedding dress, which honestly only came from younger students. They thought that it was absolutely amazing to be set up in a wedding, but... It wasn't. It's hell on earth.
My friend shoos a couple of way to giddy 14 year olds as they kept on pestering me with questions. Then she looks up and glares behind me. I turn around and there stand the twins.
-Weasleys, I greet very exhaustedly.
-Good morning L/N, Fred says. George grumbles a good morning, but Fred nudges him forcefully in the side. George flinches but sighs.
-So Hogsmeade is this weekend, George says.
-Yeah I've noticed, I say, completely uninterested in whatever he's going to say next.
George looks pained at Fred and Fred just nods his head towards me. George sighs and turns back to me.
-So my parents thought that since we are in.... in an arrangement that I should ask you out to Hogsmeade, George groans out the last part.
-Awww that looked so painful... I say sarcastically.
-Are you done now so that I can finish my lunch? I ask.
-Did you even listen to what I asked? He asks.
-I did. But as you can tell, I am not interested. I can see George getting ready to shout up a storm, but Fred stops him and shoves him.
-Well you got until Friday to decide, Fred answers and pushes George away from me.
-Oh thank god, I sigh once they're gone and continue my lunch.