As a transfer from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in France, you seem to have caught the attention of a particular redheaded twin. And he's in doubt that you're actually a being from this universe.

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sorry it's taken me forever to get another fic out! I've just had some major writers block lately when it comes to the twins. but here this is! and all i can say is that i absolutely adore it! i was listening to love songs from the 50′s when Earth Angel (Will You Be Mine) by The Penguins came on and this idea struck me! i hope you all love it as much as i do! if you enjoy my writing please consider buying me a coffee! the link to kofi is on my profile!

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The day had started just like every other. George ate breakfast with Fred in the Great Hall and then the two went to potions. After that, they left some dung bombs under Professor Snape's desk, cackling with laughter as they raced down the hall away from the angry greasy-haired man. Of course, they ended up with detention for the next three days. But what was new? Now the two had a free period. They'd decided to spend it in the courtyard, watching everyone that walked in and out of the open area, surveying possible pranking options. Everything was normal. Well, that was until someone new entered the picture. George saw you enter the courtyard and he almost passed out then and there at the sight.

George stared with wide eyes as you walked across the courtyard, your hair flowing behind you and your house scarf wrapped around your neck. Fred stood beside him, unaware of who'd caught his brother's eye. He blabbed about a new prank idea that he had come up with that morning but George couldn't hear a word his twin was saying, the only thing on his mind right now was the enchanting being that was walking in front of him.

"Hello? Earth to George? Did you hear a word I said?" Fred called out, waving a hand in front of George's face, as he finally realized George wasn't paying any attention.

"Do you see her Fred? Godric... She looks absolutely heavenly..." George mumbled, completely ignoring what Fred had asked.

Fred rolled his eyes but followed his twin's line of sight, his eyes landing on you. "Well, I'll be damned Georgie. Finally fallen for crusty ol' Filch, have you?" Fred teased, elbowing his brother lightly.

George let out a groan and moved Fred's head in the direction of you, where you were now standing with some others in your house. "Not him you git. Her." George mumbled, his eyes not leaving you.

Fred's eyes widened at the sight, not expecting to see someone like you. "Where the hell did she come from? Reckon she's part Veela? Considering how beautiful she is and how mesmerized you are," He asked, looking between his twin and the girl.

George again ignored his brother's words, instead settling on just continuing to stare at you. The expression on his face could only be described as one of a love-struck puppy. Suddenly, you turned your head and locked eyes with your admirer. George's eyes widened and he quickly looked away, turning to face his brother with a frazzled look. You couldn't help but giggle as a light pink dusted your cheeks. You had to admit, the taller boy was rather cute. You kept your eyes on him as he whispered something to his twin brother who then glanced at you before nodding. You could almost hear his groan as he ran his hands over his face in embarrassment. With a sudden burst of courage, you walked over to the twins, your head held high and a smile on your lips.

"Uh, George..." Fred mumbled, patting his brother's shoulder to get his attention as he watched you stride towards them.

"What Fred?" George grumbled, his eyes trained on the very interesting bush that was behind Fred.

"Your lover girl is currently on her way over here."

George almost jumped out of his skin, spinning around to look. With perfect timing at that, as you were standing right before him when he turned around. His eyes were about to pop out of his skull at the sight of you standing nearly two feet away from him, a gorgeous smile on your face.

"I'm Y/N. I just transferred here from the Beauxbatons Academy. It's lovely to meet you." You spoke, your voice sounding like pure silk flowing through the air. George noticed the soft French accent you had and he almost felt faint.

George stood there speechless, his mouth slightly open as he blinked at you. Fred noticed this and rolled his eyes, giving his brother a small bump to break him out of his trance. "Sorry about my dear old brother here, he gets nervous around pretty girls," Fred said with a smirk, holding out a hand to you as George glanced up at him with a glare.

"I'm Fred and this pile of mush here beside me is George," Fred said as you smiled even more, taking the redhead's hand and shaking it gently.

George let out a huff and shoved his brother away as your hands separated. "Sadly Fred here was just going. Weren't you Freddie?" George asked with gritted teeth, giving his twin a pointed look. Fred held back a laugh, clearing his throat. "Oh, yes. Yes, I was just going. Have some... some prefect duties! Yeah, you know those prefect duties, always nagging at ya." Fred rushed out, glancing down at his robe which had never seen a prefect pin before. His eyes widened and he quickly put his hand over the spot where the badge would have been if he ever had one.

George mentally facepalmed at his brother's antics. But as soon as he heard that heavenly giggle leave your lips, his head shot up and he smiled happily. "I see! Good luck then Fred! Hopefully, I'll see you again soon!" You said sweetly, giving the taller boy a wave, which he returned with a wink before he was off.

Once Fred was out of sight, both you and George turned to face each other, both of your cheeks flushing red at the act.

"As he said, I am in fact George. The better twin." George smiled, holding his hand out as Fred had done earlier. You gave him a soft grin and took his hand, your cheeks deepening in color as he leaned down slightly and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. Standing back up he didn't let go of your hand and you didn't pull it away, making George's smile grow.

"So you came here from the Beauxbatons Academy then? Why'd you move here to Hogwarts?" He asked, running his thumb over the back of her hand while he hoped he hadn't overstepped any boundaries.

"Oh! Well, my mother got married to a wizard here in Scotland and decided for us all to pack up and move here from France. Of course, I could have stayed at the school in France and travel back here for the holidays and summer but I saw it as a chance to start anew. To make some new friends and start new relationships. Plus the last time I came to Scotland I fell in love with the scenery so I knew I would adore living here." You explained, your cheeks heating up as you realized you had rambled a bit. But George didn't look the least bit annoyed. In fact, he looked rather interested in your story.

"How lovely. I've only been to France once, and that was when I was younger. What's it like there?" He asked, noticing your eyes light up at the chance to talk about the country you grew up in.

"Oh, it's beautiful! The scenery and atmosphere are to die for!" You began, the widest smile on your face. George led you over to a nearby bench as you continued to talk, his hand still holding yours.

He continued to pay close attention to you as he listened intently, hooked on every word. He looked you over, noticing little things like the Beauxbaton that still adorned your feet and the small blue clip adorned with intricate gold lace-like designs that held some of your hair back. Bringing his eyes back to your face he couldn't stop the smile that spread across his lips even if he tried. You were the definition of perfection. And George wasn't saying that just because you were part Veela and were naturally beautiful. He'd seen part and full Veela's before but had never been as enamored with them as he was with you at this very moment in time. George was one hundred percent sure that you were actually a real-life angel. There was no other explanation for it. There was no other explanation for George's growing feelings for the French girl that sat in front of him. He was sure he was falling in love with you. He had to be. It felt like his heart was bursting at the seams. As if it had grown ten times larger and was straining against his chest, ready to pop out at any moment.

"Will you be mine?" George mumbled without thinking, not realizing that he was completely interrupting you.

You stopped talking, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the ginger's words. "What was that?" You asked, having heard him but wanting to confirm if you were right.

George's eyes widened and he sputtered apologies, letting go of your hand to rub his sweaty palms against his trousers. Your face fell slightly when he pulled his hand away, bringing yours to sit clasped together on your lap.

"N-nothing! Nothing important! Please continue!" George said quickly, pushing a smile onto his lips.

You pursed your lips at the flustered male, cocking your head to the side. "Are you sure? It sounded like you said something along the lines of 'Will you be mine?' Is that correct?"

A deep red flush ran all the way up George's neck to the tips of his ears. He audibly gulped and looked away from you for a moment, trying to think of what to say.

"Yes, you are correct, Y/N. That is what I said. To be truly honest, I've never met anyone like you before. Well of course I haven't, there's only one you. That would be preposterous if I were to meet someone who-" George cut himself off once he realized he was rambling. "Sorry," He said sheepishly. "What I meant to say was that when I saw you across the courtyard, I physically thought I was having heart palpitations. I couldn't think straight. All I could focus on was you. I've found girls pretty before, sure. But I've never felt what I felt when I looked at you. And to be honest, I love that feeling. I would do absolutely anything to feel it for the rest of my days. Y/N, you're unlike any witch I've ever interacted with. Honestly, I'm starting to think that you're actually an angel sent down from heaven. You're ethereal, darling. I want nothing more in this world than to have the pleasure of calling you mine. I know we just met. I know this probably sounds absolutely crazy coming out of my mouth. I know-"

George was cut off by you suddenly pressing your lips to his, silencing his rambling. George's eyes widened but he quickly shut them and kissed you back. Feeling his hands come to cup the back of your neck, you brought yours up to rest on his wrists. Much to George's dismay, you pulled away but kept your hands on him. George looked at you, small pants leaving his mouth as the redhead caught his breath. A smile made its way onto both of your faces and small laughs left both of your lips.

"That was..." George trailed off, not knowing any words to describe that beautiful magical feeling he felt when your lips were on his.

You leaned back in a little and pressed a kiss to his nose before resting your forehead against his. "Exactly..." You whispered, entirely agreeing with his speechlessness. "I can tell there's something special about you, my dear George. I would love to be yours,"

George broke out into a smile, trying to connect your lips once again. He was ultimately stopped by you pulling back slightly.

"But," You started, hating the heavy frown that graced George's lips. You couldn't help but laugh and give him a quick peck to get rid of the pout. "We need to take things slow. We just met Georgie, we barely know a thing about each other. If we can get to know each other and become closer then I'll gladly be yours. But not until then. Okay?"

George nodded in agreement, trying to kiss you again. With a laugh you moved a hand off of him to place against his puckered lips.

"Slow, my dear." You said sweetly.

Letting out a huff, George settled with pressing a kiss to your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment.

"I can already tell this is going to be something extraordinary George." You whispered, watching the smile finally come back to the boy's lips.

"As can I Y/N. As can I..."