George Weasley x Reader ~ Jaffa Cake

6 - Muffin

Draco looked up at George, a look of surprise painted onto his pale face.

'D-did you just apologise to me?' he stuttered slightly, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing. You stood there with an eyebrow raised, and looked between the pair of them.

George kept his lips in a thin line and nodded slowly, his ginger hair falling across his forehead. 'Yeah, and I won't bother you as long as you look after y/n. And don't bother me anymore, for that matter'. He said this almost accusingly with a very deliberate look.

Draco stared in front of him to the hallway behind George, seeming deep in thought, although to you it was rather obvious that he was decided. 'Alright fine, I never seem to make too much of an impact on you anyway', he said in a monotone voice, and he wasn't exactly wrong. Whenever George was around and Draco made a comment, it always backfired on Draco. George just had some way of flipping it straight back onto the boy, and this particular quirk had always been rather amusing to you.

And at this, George held his left hand out to Draco. Draco hesitated and took it with his right, and for the moment they shook hands a feeling of peace seemed to emit from where their hands were in contact. This feeling lingered for a couple of seconds before Draco loosened his grip and quickly took his hand back and, muttering a plain 'goodnight' to both of you, he strode swiftly away up the dorm stairs. You watched him disappear up the stairs and once he had vanished from your sight, you turned back to George and stared up into his pretty brown eyes. His hair reminded you strongly of the burnt sunset you'd seen when you had visited a beautiful remote island (back before you were at Hogwarts) with your parents. It was a warm, comforting colour and fell slightly past his ears like rusty, wavy water. He wore a soft smirk on his face, and whenever he grinned his smile became rather lopsided which you loved so much. He was quite less lanky than Draco was, even Harry for that matter - they were both quite skinny, however George was more built and had a bolder figure. His mere presence was homely and welcoming. God, you loved everything about him.

'Alright muffin?' he asked you softly, watching you stare at him. You snapped quickly back to reality and looked away, a smile breaking out on your face as you fiddled with your h/c hair. After a moment of silence you looked back at him with admiration, and he returned the expression before stepping forwards and grabbing your hand. 'Thought so, now follow me cuz I wanna show you something', he tugged you out of the entrance to the Slytherin common room and shut the door, and before you could get a word in he was leading you up to the astronomy tower.

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'Georgie, this place is beautiful'.

George had taken you to a room that appeared to be quite remote, however you were convinced that at least he had been there before. As he quietly pushed the door closed and returned to his position standing behind you, your eyes explored the room. It was an average sized room, if not average then smaller than average, and in the far left corner there was a large pile of pillows arranged into a sort of makeshift bed. Floating candles ascended from the damp moss infested ceiling, lighting it dimly, so that you could just make out colours of deep scarlet and possibly fuchsia staining the few bits of furniture that sat together. There was a cold airy feeling in the atmosphere of the room, and George followed your gaze towards the large fireplace that was present on the wall opposite to the both of you. Taking out his wand, George left your side and walked towards the fireplace, then whispered 'Incendio' into the space, and immediately a strong jet of flames shot from the end of his wand and set the coal alight. He then stopped the flames falling from his wand by saying 'Restinguo', and they quickly subsided. Before the room felt cold; airy; musty. But now it felt warm; soft; comforting. Sort of like George. You smiled to yourself at this thought and lowered yourself onto the scarlet sofa, facing the fire and watching George busy himself with trying to stop what was left of the weaker flames coming from the end of his wand. Eventually he gave up and dropped his wand on the floor, stomping on the end as carefully as he could. Giggling at him, you sighed and shook your head - only George Weasley would do something like that. After about a minute of him doing this, it finally went out and he picked it back up, exhausted, and collapsed on the sofa next to you.

'You're so silly, you know that?' you laughed at him and he shot you a look.

'I'd say I'm more funny than silly, but go off I guess', he waved his wand playfully as he said this, and then put it safely into his pocket. 'I spent so long trying to master that counter spell, I even had to ask Hermione for help. Only managed it once'.

'I wouldn't be able to do it', you said honestly, pulling out your own wand. The wood was Black Walnut, so it was reasonably dark, and you were quite fond of it. However, you weren't very fond of your lack of skill in casting spells. 'I'm awful at casting spells'.

George turned to properly look at you and chuckled. 'Don't be so negative, I'm sure you're great'

'Bit of a weak compliment', you muttered and George shook his head almost aggressively, so you concluded he was probably disagreeing with you.

'I can help you y/n, you do realise. I'm not too shabby, give me a spell and I'll teach you how to cast it', he offered sweetly and your emotionless face broke into a smile for what felt like the hundredth time that day. 'Oh alright', you agreed. 'One spell I've always wanted to learn was Expecto Patronum'. When you said this George looked slightly worried, so you quickly added 'don't worry though, I know that one's difficult'.

George shook his head again (although this time it was a lot less aggressive) and pulled his wand back out of his pocket. He stood up then held his hand out to you, and as soon as you took it he immediately pulled you up with all his might. When you eventually balanced yourself on your feet, he grinned cheekily and flexed his muscles on his left arm. You both snorted with laughter and then he pushed you aside, standing in a stance worthy of being in a dramatic movie.

'Okay so, for Expecto Patronum, you have to concentrate on your absolute happiest memory. I can only conjure an incorporeal patronus, because I'm not quite good enough to conjure a corporeal one. I'm sure that with practice I'll get it eventually', he began to explain exactly how to conjure a patronus, and you decided he would make a pretty good professor. Standing there in the dim light, his features stood out perfectly and you couldn't help but think about how lucky you were.

Once he'd finished explaining, he performed the spell. He spoke the incantation and a wisp of silvery vapour escaped from the end of his wand and enveloped the room in a bright silver light, causing you to sit up in awe, your mouth agape. Once George finished, he looked over at you and smiled softly. 'You're so fucking adorable y/n, good grief', he breathed as he stared at your shocked facial expression. You were completely zoned out in wonder of the spell, and when he said these words you blinked, your face a light shade of pink. 'You know,' he continued as he put his wand back and sat next to you again, 'we both agreed to being in a relationship earlier when neither of us actually confirmed that. Pretty coincidental huh'.

In all honesty you'd completely forgotten about the previous events with Draco, and you sort of had to reach back into your mind to go through it again. 'Oh yeah, we did', you agreed and he took your hands, holding them to his chest. 'I wouldn't mind being with you, you topless jaffa cake'.

George was smiling lopsidedly until you said the words 'jaffa cake', in which his expression became perplexed. 'Topless jaffa what?' he said in utter confusion - he was looking at you at if you'd completely lost your mind.

'You're ginger', you stated promptly and he still looked just as confused as he was before. He loosened his grip on your hands and held one of his up to your forehead, and now his expression became both concerned and amused. 'You fucking weirdo y/n. Are you feeling okay?' his words had a slight laugh etched into them as he spoke and you put a finger on his lips.

'Quiet jaffa cake', was all you said before you kissed him.

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Bit of fluff <3 I hope this chapter was okay, I was gonna keep writing more but I thought ending it on that was cute :)
I've decided I'm gonna steer clear of smut lol sorry if that's disappointing-
Lmk if you liked itt!
If yall dunno what a jaffa cake is then search it up, it'll make sense after!