Harry Potter One Shots

Golden // g.w.

summary / george weasley has an admirer, a shy, hufflepuff girl who thinks he is absolutely golden. 

word count / 3.5k

warnings / food, cussing.

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"Good morning, Ced." You sighed as you took a seat at the hufflepuff table in the Great Hall.

It was a Saturday, a day of joy and a trip to Hogsmeade with a group of friends, a day that would normally elicit sweet laughs and beaming smiles from you. Instead you wore a frown, snuggled tightly into your maroon, long sleeve shirt and shoveled your eggs into your mouth whilst Cedric eyed you curiously.

"What's the matter with you?" His brows raised.

"I can't go to Hogsmeade today." You grumbled.

Cedric turned to face you, "What? Why not? I wanted you to be there and put in a good word for me with Cho."

You lightly pushed him as a playful smirk danced upon his face. You playfully scoffed before gulping down a few sips of your pumpkin juice.

"So glad to hear you enjoy my company."

"Oh relax, I was just kidding, Y/N." Cedric raised his hand to ruffle your hair, earning a smack to his arm for knotting up your hair. He winced dramatically, causing you to quip back with an eye roll.

"Alright, seriously," His playful tone faded, "Why can't you go to Hogsmeade?"

"Flitwick," You huffed, "I failed his last bloody test and he's forcing me to stay behind to retake it."

"Can't you just take the failed grade?" Cedric shrugged.

"Oh of course," You snorted, sarcasm laced in your tone, "If I want to be a sixth year again."

Cedric chuckled at your hostility, raising his hands defensively before he shifted a few inches away from you. You rolled your eyes and turned back to your breakfast, it was merely a few seconds before Cedric teasingly poked you a few times, smiling triumphantly when he saw you trying to hide your own smile.

"I'm sorry," You huffed, "I'm just mad s'all. I wanted to hang out with you, meet Cho, and–"

"Stare longingly at George Weasley?" Cedric finished, blinking his eyes at you as if in awe.

"Sod off," You scoffed, "I do not stare longingly at George Weasley."

"Would you rather I said lovingly?" Cedric quirked his brow, "Maybe adoringly, fondly... oh! Passionately?"

Cedric's laughter carried through the Great Hall, gaining the attention of Cho and Luna from the table before them. Cedric noticed Cho's stares and winked slyly at her. You waved to the two ravenclaw girls before elbowing Cedric in the ribs, causing him to bend over and clutch his side.

"You're a dick, you know that?" You quipped.

"And you're an arse." He threw back, the smile still evident on his face causing a chuckle to slip from your lips.

As much as Cedric was a pain, he was your best friend, and no matter how much you hated to admit it, he was right, you did stare longingly at George Weasley. Your attraction began in your fifth year, when you started attending the quidditch games. You weren't particularly a quidditch fanatic, but when your housemates dragged you along you found something to entertain you.

George Weasley was golden. He had a sweet trail of freckles peppered across his cheeks, cluttering on his nose. With every year he grew taller and stronger from playing quidditch over the summers, and your knees went weak when he showed up the beginning of sixth year with long, ginger locks grown out to meet his shoulders. He was breathtaking.