Harry Potter Imagines

George Weasley

You sat by the black lake, looking over the lake and the mountains behind it. With your quill in your hand, you began drawing a sketch of the lake and the mountains.

George's pov.

"Isn't that y/n?" Fred asked me.
I looked to my left at the black lake, where y/n sat against a tree with a quill, drawing something.

"Yeah..." I said looking at the her.

"Ask her out!" Fred erupted and poked me with his elbow, while pointing at her body.

"Why?"

"Blind as a bat. You like her dimwit, then ask her out." Fred spat at me.

"But..." I started.

"Nonononono! I'm done teaching you, just do it!" He stated aparating away to who knows where.

I stood unable to decide if I should go over to her and talk or walk away.

Y/n's pov

"Hey y/n!" A cheerful voice said.
"Hey George."

"I-I ehm.." George stuttered out, scratching the back of his neck with his hand.

"Yes George?" You pestered curiously, looking up at him.

"Would you maybe go on the next hogsmeade trip with me?" He asked nervously.

"I would love to." You confirmed.

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