Harry Potter One Shots

Pranking the Prankster (George Weasley)

The inevitable has come: the start of my fourth year has finally begun. The moment I stepped inside the train, I was overwhelmed with the urge to jump out and run away. After last year's fiasco with the twins, facing the people who witnessed the most humiliating moment of my entire life felt daunting. 

Suddenly, the carriage door flung open, revealing the two obnoxious twins, Fred and George, with Lee Jordan trailing behind. "Pleasure seeing you, Morchas," one greeted. "I'm not in the mood, Fred," I retorted. "What seems to be the problem, love?" George chimed in. "Especially you," I muttered, avoiding their gaze as they both erupted into laughter. 

Lee Jordan offered a sympathetic smile, which I returned, albeit my mood quickly soured at the sight of the twins. Lee took a seat beside me, while Fred positioned himself in front of me. George eyed both Lee and me suspiciously. Raising an eyebrow at him, I asked, "Aren't you going to sit down?" Lee glanced between George and me, a light of realization dawning on him.

He stood and joined Fred, who was smirking at his twin. I rolled my eyes at their antics and pulled out my book, seeking refuge from their banter. George took Lee's former seat and peered over at my book.

"Reading the new lessons for Ancient Runes? Come on, love, take some time to enjoy the ride to Hogwarts before you bury your nose in a book," he teased, taking the book from my hand. "Only you, George, would think studying is boring. I'm doing advanced reading," I countered. "No wonder you're no fun," Lee interjected, earning a glare from me that made him raise his hands in surrender. 

"George," I pressed. "Yes, love?" he responded, holding the book just out of my reach. "Will you give it back?" "I'm afraid not, love," George replied. Fred and Lee snickered at our exchange. Left with no other option, I resorted to my trump card. I fixed George with another look and batted my eyelashes, making puppy eyes. 

"Please, Georgie?" I pleaded, inching closer until our faces were just a few inches apart. George gulped and backed away, his ears turning red from the proximity. Swiftly, he handed back my book. I smiled triumphantly and resumed reading from where I had left off. "Morchas 1, my poor brother 0," Fred cheered, with Lee laughing uproariously beside him.

 After taking a mock bow, I returned to my book, only to catch George smiling at me, shaking his head in disbelief. I patted the empty space beside me, inviting him to sit closer. When he did, I leaned against his shoulder, engrossed in my book as the three resumed their endless bickering. 

George, clearly enjoying our closeness, seized the moment to wrap his arm around my waist and draw me nearer, offering a wink that I couldn't help but scoff at, despite the charm it held.

After the long journey from the train, I had barely enough time to unpack my luggage when my friend's voice pierced the calm. "Eliza, come on! It's almost time to welcome the first years in the great hall," Angelina called out, her voice edged with excitement, nearly kicking me off my bed in her eagerness.

"I'm up, I'm up," I protested, gathering my wits about me before joining her. "George has been looking for you; he's seemed agitated since we got back," she mentioned as we made our way. "Agitated? But we saw each other on the train," I replied, puzzled.

 "How should I know?" she retorted, pushing open the doors to the Great Hall, where we hurried to the Gryffindor table.

Angelina took a seat next to Alicia, who was zealously guarding the Yorkshire pudding. "Alicia, save some for the rest of us," I chided, barely suppressing a giggle at her fervent hoarding. "Sorry, I've missed this since we left last year. Hogwarts food really has a different taste," she said, scooping up a generous portion.