Defiance Is Key
Hey guys, I'm so sorry for taking so long to post! School and Nutcracker rehearsal have been INSANE. I hope to get more done over Christmas break, but until then...
George Weasley x Stubborn! reader
Warnings: Umbridge (Enough said), tourture
You met up with your favorite people in the whole world on the platform, attacking them from behind and latching onto their waists. They laughed at your childish antics and you stood to full height, which didn’t seem very tall thanks to the twins’ own impressive height.
“How was your summer, Y/N?” George asked as you three walked onto the train.
“Pretty alright,” you shrugged. “How about you two? Any new pranks lined up for this year?” They smirked at each other from over your head. “Oh no. It's the look,” you laughed. They squished you in between them, making you lose your breath for a moment.
You found yourselves an empty compartment and slid in. Laughing and joking about nonsense as the train went. You bought yourself and the boys treats from the trolley, knowing their favorites at this point and knowing they didn’t have the money to buy it for themselves. They then started to tell you how they would pay you back.
“No need, boys.” You brushed them off. Your muggle family was pretty good with money and the transfer between the currencies wasn’t painful, either.
“No really, one day we will!” Fred exclaimed.
“Yeah! We are finally going to open up that joke shop! We got the money last summer to really get it started!”
“You mean with that failed bet last summer?”
“Yeah, we finally got the money! It’s a huge step in the right direction!” You smiled.
“How huge are we talking?”
“We have it all now! We just have to get the supplies and the building!” You beamed.
“That's great, guys! But don’t worry about paying me back, maybe you could just offer me a partnership?” you suggested with a grin.
“Deal,” they said in unison.
You all walked into the Great Hall together and sat in your usual seats, joking and messing around as usual and then it all started. Finally the sorting ceremony was over and Dumbledor started his speech introducing some lady in pink as the new Defense against the Dark Arts Teacher.
“I’m sure we’ll all be great friends,” she said in a high pitched voice that made you cringe back with the twins you sat in between.
“That’s likely,” you three said together.
And how likely it was.
It was tourture! Horrid! The woman was a nightmare in skin! And, Merlin, that pink! You were so tired of the color pink at this point that every time you saw it you wanted to throw yourself off the Astronomy tower!
Your first class with her, which is your favorite class, was terrible! No magic? Was she insane? Actually, yes. You had convinced yourself that this woman was, indeed, insane.
You, Fred, and George were messing around with your wands before class making the class cheer at your antics as usual when she came in and cleared her throat. You looked at her with a raised eyebrow and then back at the clock. You still had five minutes. You smirked, not being able to control your tongue or actions.
“Morning, Profesor!” You said to her and then went back to playing with whatever you were doing with the boys. She cleared her throat. “Professor, do you need a cough drop? That is the second time you have cleared your throat,” you asked with fake concern. You knew she could see straight through your act and you were glad. You wanted the bitch to know you hated her. You just had this feeling in the bottom of your stomach.
“I would prefer it if you found your seat, Miss.Y/L/N.” You looked around the room before your eyes landed on your desk.
“Found it!” You pointed to the desk and then went back to the game you and the twins were in, the two of them snickering. You could hear her grit her teeth.
“Would you take a seat?” You shrugged and hopped off the desk you were relaxing on and picked up the chair over your head and started walking away, leaving the twins biting their tongues as you exited the room. You stuck your head back through the door a few moments later.
“Sorry, Professor. Where exactly am I supposed to be taking it again?”
“Would you bring the chair back here and then sit in it.” You shrugged and sat the chair back down by the desk. You then examined the chair and shook your head.
“I’m sorry, Professor, I don’t think it's possible to sit in it. I can sit on-”
“Then sit on it, Miss. Y/L/N!” She exclaimed. You smirked and sat on the chair putting your feet up on the desk. She gritted her teeth but turned back to the class. “Everyone sit on your chairs,” she was so very agitated and it was hilarious.
“Professor?” You could see her body tense at the sound of your voice as the twins sat on either side of you.
“Yes, Miss. Y/L/N?”
“We still have a few minutes till class I hope you know. And up until then, we have full range of the classroom.” You informed her.
“Are you incapable of stilling your tongue?”
“Why, it's funny you brought that up, professor. Because actually, I can’t control it. It's a disorder really, but aren’t I just darlin?” The twins started to laugh, earning a glare from her. “Oh! Would you look at the time, Professor!” You exclaimed. “Its time for class. Would you?” She pursed her lips and turned away from you and the snickering boys.
“You may put your wands away,” your jaw dropped.
“Wait professor, how are we supposed to-”
“I said put your wands away.”
“And I was asking how we are supposed to learn without them.”
“By the books of course.”
“We are going to be learning everything out of the book? How are we to protect ourselves?”
“Do you expect to be attacked in my class?”
“Considering Our first Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher had Vol-” George elbowed your ribs. “The dude with no nose,” you corrected since you couldn’t remember the correct term at the moment. “On the back of his head, Lupin, though I love that man he is the best, was a Werewolf, Gildrey Lockheart was just nuts. Yes, I do expect to be attacked in your class. Also, Cedric Diggory just died last year! He was murdered! And you expect us to sit here and read out of the book? Are you insane?”
“Cedric Diggory’s Death was a tragic accident!”
“Sounds like your birth!” The room went deadly silent as you two stared at each other.
“Detention!” She squeaked. You sneered at her.
“With you? Can’t fucking wait!” You plopped down in your seat seething, both of the twins leaned away from you, afraid they would get the bad end of your wrath next.
“I mean, who does she think is?” You yelled walking out of the room with Fred and George on either side of you. “That Pink Pampas is not the boss of me!”
“Actually she is,” Fred spoke up and you glared at him.
“Shut up, Wealsy, I’m trying to rebel here!” Fred snickered and you hit him with the side of your body, not being able to move him with your small chaser frame. The boy was a beater and was about four people taller than you. “Well, at least I have detention and not something horrible.” They laughed and you all headed to the Great Hall where you saw Harry practically seething, as well, but you all just passed him and his friends to find your own seats.
“See you guys! I’m headed to detention!” You yelled to the twins. It was such a normal phrase out of your mouth anymore that everyone in the common room waved you off. You jogged down the hall and into her office without knocking. The room was pink with plates of moving kittens on the walls. You looked around and your eyes had to adjust from the brightness of the pink.
“Ah, Miss.Y/L/N. Welcome. Have a seat.” You plopped down in the chair dramatically and looked at her with crossed arms.
“What are we doing today?” She slid a piece of paper in front of you. “Lines? You are making me write lines?” She just smiled, you rolled your eyes and pulled out your quill.
“No no dear. I would like you to use mine.” She handed you her quill and you eyed it suspiciously. You knew what this quill was. You had seen them in the restricted section. No inkwell needed. You were the inkwell. You eyed her and sneered. She just smiled and sat down.
“And what will I be writing?”
“I will not speak out of turn.” You clenched your jaw and went to put the quill to the parchment, stopping for a moment.
No. I am not going to take this.
You glanced up at her.
“And how many times?”
“Until the message… sinks in.”
Hardy har har. That's hilarious.
You started to write, your hand fidgeting on your lap as the words were carved into your arm. Slowly, letter by letter.
After what seemed like hours she told you to go and leave the parchment.
“I’m sure you learned your lesson.” You were at the door and smirked to yourself.
“I think I have, Professor. I think you’re about to get one from me.” You left the room with your head held high. She grabbed the parchment and read it.
I will not be silenced.
She stared at the paper, her gaze burning holes in it as you went back to the common room, energy completely drained.
“Hey!” George flew from his seat and walked to you, you nearly collapsed into his chest but had just enough energy to hold yourself up. Fred followed.
“What happened? You look awful.”
“Don’t get detention. Just don’t.” You brushed by them and sluggishly made your way to your dorm room. “Night guys. Thanks for waiting up but I really have to get to bed.” They nodded and you disappeared.
“What was that about?” Harry was sitting by the fire and looked at the two of them.
“Did she just get back from detention with Umbridge?” They nodded. He sighed and pulled back his sleeve showing them the mark, their eyes bugged out of their heads.
“This is her detention?” Fred asked. Harry nodded, equally as exhausted as you.
“And knowing her, she didn’t make it easy on herself.” George’s eyes never left your dorm door. What did you get yourself into?
You were called to perform a detention again that day. And the next. And the next. Each time you never wrote what she wanted. You wrote your own message to her. Then, you would neglect your robes, claiming it was too hot in the classrooms and proudly showing them off. While George admired your bravery, and his crush on you seemed to grow, he couldn’t help but worry. You looked exhausted. Deep purple bags under your eyes, your body shaking and near collapse, you skin looking frail and white. It was breaking him. He had to stop it.
“Y/N, can we talk?” He asked, pulling you away from his brother. You nodded happily and stood up walking to the corner with him. “You should stop.”
“Stop putting yourself in detention.”
“I’m not, though. I am simply standing up for myself. I am not going to let her continue to do this. I may not be getting anywhere with it, but-but it frustrates the hell out of her and-”
“It's frustrating the hell outta me!” You furrowed your eyebrows. “Merlin, Y/N! You're on the verge of collapse! You can’t keep doing this!”
“I’m fine, George.” You reassured him, but even now you were getting dizzy and swaying.
“You fell off your broom the other day!”
“I just lost my balance for a moment!”
“I can’t keep watching you do this to yourself!”
“George, it's fine! We have the DA and its-”
“You're hurting yourself though. I mean, look at these,” he yanked your arm up with almost no power and you completely fell forward onto him, your head spinning. “Look at you, Y/N,” he said quietly and more gently. “You're completely weak. This isn’t how you can make a difference. You are going to end up getting yourself killed, and I can't stand by and watch that, I care about you too much.” He mumbled into your hair. You relaxed into him and let him hold you.
Your father had always taught you to fight for what you wanted. Strive to make a change. It's one of the reasons you wanted to be an Auror. But, this was also what you wanted. You had had a crush on George since your second year. But too stubborn and scared to act on it. Which did you choose?
“Please stop letting her hurt you.” he mumbled, you closed your eyes and buried your head in his chest. “Because you're just hurting me too.” You looked up at him, and though his face was a little fuzzy, you could still make out the worry in his face. “Please?” You nodded into his chest.
“Ok. I’ll-I’ll write what she wants tomorrow.” Your throat started to close up as you were near tears. He kissed your head.
You entered through her door that day with your head held high as usual. And she had everything set up for you. Her lips pursed, she knew she was going to win today. She knew it. You could see she knew it.
“Have a seat, Miss.Y/L/N,” she gestured to the seat and you sat. “I would like you to write today: Nothing good comes from disobedience,” she smiled. You clenched your teeth and went to write it. But you couldn’t. It wouldn’t write.
I’m sorry, Georgey.
You began to write, you felt the letters etch into an empty place on your arm, you didn;t look at her, you kept your eyes on the paper, your energy dropping so fast.
“Thank you, Miss Y/L/N. I assume you have learned your lesson.” You left the room without a word. You stared at your arm.
Authority should be challenged…
You sighed and your legs began to shake. Tears pricked your eyes and you tried to hold them back.
“Y/N!” George called to you. You stopped moving and he touched your shoulder. You completely broke down in his arms. He was shocked to say the least and ushered you into an unused classroom, calming you down. “It's ok. It's ok. Hush, it's fine.” You shook your head.
“I-I’m sorry. I couldn-I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t. I’m sorry. I tried. I tried so hard.” You sobbed. He just held you and tried to calm you down, slightly disappointed you hadn't just complied, but it broke him even more to see you like this.
“Don’t be. Hey, stop the tears. It's ok. It’ll be alright.” He cleared the tears from your face but you just shook your head and sniffled.
“I tried so hard for you. I just-I couldn’t. I’m sorry.”
“It's alright. It's alright. Just stop crying. Please.” You nodded and wiped the tears away from your eyes, choking back sobs. He rubbed your back and you tried to catch your breath. You were so tired and couldn;t catch your breath. You felt terrible.
George brought your face up to his and looked at you worriedly.
“Let's get you to bed, alright?” You shook your head and leaned into him further.
“Just-just a bit longer. Please?” He nodded and held you while you composed yourself a bit more. “I really am sorry. I tried so hard for you and-”
“I didn’t want you to try hard for me.” You looked up at him. “I just want you to be safe. Merlin, that's all I’ve ever wanted. I know this isn’t the best time, but I’ve liked you since the moment I saw you, Y/N. And with you getting hurt, I just- I can’t watch it. Its tourture.”
“You like me?”
“Yeah. I do. I really really do.” You smiled and pulled back, looking up at him.
“I like you too.” His eyes went wide and he looked at you.
“You're not just saying that because you've lost a lot of blood and are exhausted right?” You reached up and placed your lips softly on his. He responded immediately and just as softly.
“Nope. I mean it. But I am about to pass out.” He smiled softly and picked you up onto his back; 8-inch rule be damned.
“That's ok. I got you,” he said to you. You smiled onto his shoulder before falling asleep.