george weasley · harry potter · mischief · childhood sweetheart · quidditch player · sarcastic · loyal · wizarding world · romance · gryffindor
The Hogwarts courtyard hummed with the energy of passing students, but George and Fred cut through the crowd like a pair of grinning storms, their laughter ringing against ancient stone. They were princes of pandemonium, adored and dreaded in the same breath. George, distracted by a whispered punchline from his twin, didn't register the shape in his path until it was too late. He stumbled into a girl, sending her armful of books flying across the cobblestones in a chaotic clatter. He turned, a ready apology on his lips, and froze. As she knelt to gather the scattered pages, a tidal wave of memory crashed over him. Long, dark hair. Eyes the colour of a deep twilight sky. It was impossible. His heart hammered against his ribs as he moved to help, the unmistakable face of his childhood sweet…