Random x Reader one-shots

George Weasley x reader the arrangement

Y/N POV
-What!? We shout at the same time.
-That's not fair! I say.
-Yeah! Don't I have a say in this? He says.

You probably don't have a clue what's going on. Well let me introduce myself. My name is Y/N L/N and I'm a pure blood. I'm in sixth year of Hogwarts and a Gryffindor, but many of my friends joke that I should've been put in Slytherin... Sometimes I wish that I was. You see, I have a bit of an ongoing disagreement with the Weasley twins, George to be specific. Ever since our first year he's just hated my guts so I did the most logical thing and hated him right back. He is such an annoying prick and his laugh haunts me every time I close my eyes, ugh. I wish I could beat his smug smirk off of his face but, sadly, I can't.

Anyways...
This here situation started early this morning. I was just eating breakfast, like usual. The twins came in late, as always, and sat down at the other side of the table. I let out the breath I was holding and continued on eating.
-Hey Y/N, George is staring at you again, one of my friends point out and I look towards where they sat down. And there he was, glaring at me. I sent him a glare back and stuck out my tongue at him. He looked offended back at me and I grinned in victory as I continued my breakfast.
Everyone had been off for this past month. Mainly because the teachers had been a bit on edge. But that was understandable. A new law about arranged marriages had been made and all pure or half blood families was to arrange a marriage. Now they didn't just marry off 12 year olds, because that would be absolutely horrendous. No, they married off us 16 year olds. Now legally we weren't to get married until we were both 18, but we still got into arrangements. Many 16 year olds had already been brought the bad news by our professors, so everyone that are of pure blood was dreading to be called by a professor... only thing is no one knows how they were picked out by the professors.

Not only that but the triwizard tournament was up and running and two schools were visiting. I was a big fan of the durmstrang star player, Viktor Krum. I trained quidditch as fast as I got an opportunity to, to be as good as he is. I was in the quidditch team but... you know my circumstances... now Viktor wasn't the only well known player. And the durmstrang boys that weren't quidditch players were still very handsome. Sadly enough, most of the durmstrang boys were already in an arrangement. A true tragedy, really.

Suddenly I got a poke on my shoulder. I turned around and there stood professor McGonagall.
-Y/N, the headmaster would like to speak to you after breakfast, she said.
-Oh, alright professor... Have I done anything wrong? I asked nervously. It's not like you were asked to the headmasters office everyday.
-No, it is more of a family matter, she says. I looked shocked at her before she continued down the hall. I could see that she grabbed a hold of the twins and talked to them too for a while before moving along.
-A family matter? I asked myself.
-What? My friend across the table asked.
-She told me it was a family matter.... I grumbled.
-Maybe your grandmother got sick again? My friend asked.
-No she just got medication for that, I said.
-Well I guess you'll just have to figure it out once you get there, my friend said. I thought no more of it and continued my breakfast.
As more and more people started to leave for classes, I saw the twins move out of the hall too.
-C'mon, classes start in twenty, my friend said and packed their bag.
-I have to talk to the headmaster, remember? I asked.
-Ah right... Well the class is on the way, my friend said. I laughed.
-I can go with you, I said before we headed out.

After I had dropped my friend off at her class, I started to head towards the headmasters office. Once I got there and got up the stairs, I was met with professor McGonagall. She smiled slightly at me.
-Now come on, you're a bit late young lady, she said.
-Oh I'm sorry, I say and she hurriedly ushered me towards a door to the official office.
-It's quite alright dear, she whispered before she opens the door for me. And the first thing I saw as I stepped in, was a red head sitting by the desk, headmaster Dumbledore on the other side.
-Ah miss L/N, take a seat, Dumbledore said. As I moved to the other chair by the desk, the red head turned around... and it was of course the famous George Weasley.
-L/N, he almost spat out at me.
-Weasley, I said back with venom in my voice.
-So... we have some urgent news. Your parents wished they could be here, and tell you the news themselves. But they handed us the official papers, Dumbledore said. I sent him a curious glance.
-Your parents have set you up in an arrangement, he said.