Harry Potter One Shots

George Fabian Weasley | Study Buddies

"Wait. If you do that, won't it create a foul smell? Won't that be a wrong mix?" I asked, not looking away as George kept mixing two different potions in the cauldron. He didn't answer me, and it was as if I was talking to myself.

"George, did u read the-"

"Yes, sweetheart. I did read the instructions, and I am telling you that I am mixing the right stuff. So, calm down." he replied, his eyes still glued to the cauldron and the stuff he was mixing.

I wanted so hard to reply, but I stopped myself from doing so. I don't trust myself at saying nothing weird if I am flustered. His sudden use of endearment caught me off guard and I am flustered even though I know he didn't even realize what he said.

I've been crushing on him for a year now. The problem is, George, might be brilliant, but he is slow when it comes to noticing people's feelings directed at him.

It was his twin, Fred, who noticed my feelings first and had been teasing me about it. If I weren't preoccupied with George, I would've smacked him.

Fred winked at me across the table, glancing at his brother who was too focused to notice the two of us.

I muttered a 'shut the fuck up' under my breath, making sure that George won't hear it. But Fred won't listen. He wiggles his eyebrows as he looks at George, making a kissy face when he looks back at me.

Then there's the sound of someone clearing their throat. Both Fred and I turn to George, biting my lower lip when I noticed the scowl plastered on his face.

"I finished everything while you two were busy flirting with each other," he stated, wiping his hands on the handkerchief I gave him last year as a birthday present.

"W-We weren't though." I stammered, wanting to smack myself for doing so.

George only looks at me for a moment before turning his back, grabbing his wand on the side of the cauldron, and heading to the stairs leading to the boy's rooms.

I let out a sigh, annoyed at myself for doing something stupid. He lend his time to help me with my homework, and there I was, arguing with his brother.

"Don't worry. He's not mad. He rarely is." Fred remarked, tossing a toy he made between his hands.

"I thought I asked you to help me make George acknowledge my feelings, but you were just teasing me every freaking time," I replied, grabbing the book on the table and throwing it on him.

He dodged it as always.

"That's what I've been doing," he answered, winking in my direction. A playful grin plastered on his lips.

"You're not doing anything at all."

"Oh, you'll know what I mean one day," he smirked, running off to the stairs as I shake my head.

I started grabbing all my stuff on the table, taking a quick note of all the ingredients George used to make the clear sweet smelling potion on the cauldron, and smiling upon seeing the piece of paper pinned down by another book to prevent it from flying away.

My smile widened upon recognizing George's handwriting. Amuse by how pretty his cursives are.

The paper contains the steps-by-steps of making the potion, along with a few notes on how many ingredients I should put in. Then there's another writing on the bottom of the paper.