George Weasley x Reader ~ Jaffa Cake

8 - He Hurt Her.

You had your arms wrapped safely around George's neck as he carried you up to the Gryffindor common room, and lucky for you he hadn't almost dropped you again. The ends of his ginger hair were tickling your forearm - only so much that you were aware of it - not that it bothered you.

'Alright, here we are', George said quietly as if someone was about to jump out at both of you. He carefully put you down on your own two feet then whispered the password, and the fat lady swung the door open silently before you both walked inside. You prepared yourself for the warm rush of air emitting from the fireplace, which gave you a feeling of safety the Slytherin common room never possessed. This room felt like a second home.

As the door closed and you and George walked in, you weren't surprised to find everyone still awake. They all slowly came into view as you got nearer to the sofas, and when you eventually reached them they all turned to look at you with the same slightly puzzled facial expression.

'Y/n you look a little shaken, is everything okay?' Harry asked you cautiously, shuffling up to make space for you and George. The space he left on the sofa was only small enough for one person, so George sat in the space and you gladly sat on his lap, and you noticed Fred exchange a sneaky grin with George.

You looked at George for reassurance as he looked away from Fred, and he said clearly 'don't feel forced to say anything'. However, you decided that if you were going to be staying in their dorm for a bit they deserved to know. At this point, due to you arriving (you assumed), the other years had trickled out of the common room and up to their dorms, leaving you, George, Fred, Harry, Ron and Hermione occupying the sofas. This made you feel more comfortable, and with deep meaningful breaths you slowly recited the story you had told George.

As you reached the end of it, there wasn't a single person in the circle that didn't look like they could have happily committed arson on Marcus Flint's head. Ron and Harry looked disgusted; Fred and George were seething; and Hermione looked overly pissed off and upset. You smiled weakly at them all before shifting off George's lap so that your legs were over his instead, and you buried your face in his chest, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You felt like you were oversharing and it was such an unusual feeling for you, but you felt like you'd shared to the right people - which you definitely had. Either way, burying your face in George's chest made you feel levels of safety that you'd never felt before.

Hermione was sitting on the other side of George and you, so she warily placed a hand on your shoulder and rubbed her thumb on it soothingly. 'You can stay with me in my dorm for as long as you want y/n', she offered kindly and you mumbled 'thank you Hermione' into George. 'I'm sorry you had to go through that, no one should have to experience that level of pain. We're all here for you', she finished and as she said this you lifted your head up to look at them all. They all nodded in agreement, and when everything paused for a moment Ron said very loudly 'so when do we get to kill him?' causing you all to laugh.

'Very soon', Fred and George said in unison and you grinned at them.

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'Good morning y/n', you heard a warm voice say from below somewhere. Hermione had let you bunk with her, so you took the top and she took the bottom. Rubbing your eyes sleepily, you sat up and saw her fully clothed, robes and all, standing in the corner with her bag and a small shelf of books. 'How are you feeling?'

You made eye contact with her and smiled. 'Safe', you answered without a hint of hesitation. When you said this, she returned the smile and held out your bag. 'I fetched this for you. Well, George did. Actually no, Draco did', she eventually got there in the end and walked over to you, placing it at the end of your bed, then she returned to the corner. You perked up at the mention of Draco and started to get out of bed, searching for your robes.