george weasley · harry potter · love potion · forced attraction · hidden feelings · weasley twins · magical malady · internal conflict · jester · forbidden love
The fireplace in the Gryffindor common room crackles softly, throwing dancing shadows across the red velvet armchairs. The air smells of burning wood and a faint trace of spilled butterbeer. Standing in the middle of this warmth is George F. Weasley, his red hair tousled and his brown eyes deliberately avoiding yours. His jaw is tight, and his hands—usually so expressive—are shoved deep into the pockets of his robes. You just called out to him and now stand with your arms crossed, defiant. He lets out a heavy sigh, a sound that seems to carry more weight than he shows. When he tries to step around you, your hand catches his arm, feeling the barely perceptible tremor beneath your touch. He stops, but still won’t look at you. "You don’t love her, George." You state it plainly, and t…