George Weasley x Reader ~ Jaffa Cake

11 - Little Defence Group

Fred eyed George up with an air of confusion. He sounded worried, almost desperate, so he nudged George with his elbow and smiled encouragingly, taking a piece of folded parchment out of his robe pocket. 

'Hey, let's look for y/n on this, yeah Georgie?' Fred offered, whispering 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good' whilst pointing his wand at the parchment so that it slowly unfolded. It looked similar to the Marauders map but, of course, it said 'Weasley and Weasley' rather than 'Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs' and had more of an orangey tone to it. George looked anxiously over Fred's shoulder for your name on the map, and eventually they found you. They saw that you were in the courtyard, and that Pansy Parkinson seemed to be running extremely fast away from you. 

'You don't think that girl's done anything to y/n, do you?' George asked Fred in a small voice, and Fred furrowed his eyebrows, looking concerned. 

George very suddenly snatched the parchment from Fred and grabbed his arm. 'Fred, we have to go find y/n. I'm not okay with that, it's really suspicious. Please'. 

Fred sighed softly and nodded. 'Alright, let's go', he replied, and with that they began to speed walk towards your location, both worrying as they went. 

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You'd been laying on that bench for what felt like an eternity. The endless tickling to your weakened body had rendered you almost paralysed - or at least, your muscles were aching so much that you couldn't move. All you could do was grasp what was left of your consciousness as tightly as was possible. The cool air was flowing gently past your body as you struggled to keep your eyes open, your legs and arms shaking relentlessly. At this point, you thought to yourself, why am I not dead. You felt useless laying there, immobile, still clinging on to the fragment of your consciousness that was left, everything aching and throbbing. 

Just as you were about to close your eyes, surrendering to the cold, numbing pit of darkness, two familiar voices became louder and louder as they got closer to you. You turned your head, neck quivering, and were greeted with the two you'd come to know so well: Fred and George. When George finally made eye contact with you, he looked sick with worry and anxiety. 

He saw you and immediately crouched down, grasping your face with his large cold hands. 'Y/n, what happened to you?!' he asked frightfully as he took his hands from your face and looked down at your body. 'What did she do to you y/n, why aren't you moving?' He looked like he was about to cry, his voice cracking with worry as he then took your hand and clasped it in both of his. Fred looked at your weakened body and crouched down next to George, a scared look plastered onto his face. 

'She just-' your voice was sore and it hurt to speak loudly, your brain was too fuzzy to think straight. 'She used Flipendo, Silencio and Rictusempra. I can't move', you recalled slowly, it was all you could remember. You felt hot tears well in your eyes and spill down your face as you looked into George's kind brown eyes that were shadowed with fear. 'It h- it really hurts', you managed to finish, as your voice broke and you started crying quietly. Fred moved around George and started to stroke your hair softly, and it calmed your sobs as George wiped your tears with his thumb. 'I can't get her kicked out, I don't want to', you choked, a strangled cry escaping your throat. 'Stupid painful things like this will just keep happening to me'. 

Fred nodded - he understood what you meant, but it didn't seem George had quite got it yet. 

'Y/n you can't just let her get away with this. She fucking tortured you!' he said angrily, standing back up again. Seeing him fired up just made you more upset - you didn't want him to get annoyed or irritated, you just wanted comforting. 'We have to-'