Angel eyes - George Weasley X Reader

part 4

⚠️minor cursing⚠️

it's been two days since the incident with the twins. they were over it within five minutes, they're even back to pranking, mainly on me. yesterday, they put permanent red hair dye in my shampoo so i now have a new look. i actually like it though, i think it looks nice. they weren't too happy about that fact, mind- said i was supposed to hate it. my hand is fine now too, with molly's help of course, she completely healed it. hermione and harry also arrived this morning so that cheered ron up.

we just got cleaned up after dinner and all of us kids are in the living room. ginny and fred are talking about quidditch arrangements, george is watching over ron and harry's intense game of wizard's chess, hermione is listening to music from mr weasley's record player, currently listening to o'children. and i'm sitting on the sofa, completely lost in a book.

books are my frequent escape from reality, whenever i wanted to go. today, i was completely gone on a book called ' to kill a mockingbird ' by harper lee. " you're such a bookworm " fred said, throwing himself on the sofa next to me- grabbing my book out of my hands, ripping it in the process.

" oh! are we finally ripping one of y/n's books?" harry said excitedly, jumping out of his spot and grabbing the book out of fred's hands and ripping it all as much as he could. the floor, along with myself, were covered in bits of pages.

i stood up in shock and slapped my hand across harry's face. " that was the last thing my mother gave me! you completely asshole, harry potter!" i screamed, hitting into him and throwing my balled fists at his chest as much as i could, tears filling my eyes. i felt fred wrap his arm around my stomach and pick me up. " get off of me!" i cried grabbing his arms, letting the tears fall as he put me down away from harry. " wh- what happened to her? at least she has a mother " he panted quietly to ron who was quick to respond with " what the bloody hell was that? both of her parents were killed by bellatrix lestrange when she was six mate. you know that!". i ran upstairs and slammed the door to my room and collapsed against it.

George's pov

she's beautiful. the way she allowed herself to get so lost yet so involved in the books she reads. she was curled up on the sofa, reading her favourite novel. it was the last thing her mother gave her, that's why it's her favourite. it's her last memory of her mother. it also has a picture of the two of them together on the front page. only i knew that, it was like ' our secret '. i loved it, i thought it was absolutely adorable.

i was snapped out of my thoughts when i saw fred collapse himself on the sofa next to her and pulling the book out of her hands carelessly, causing it rip. my heart swelled at the sight of her eyes scanning the rips. i don't know what harry was thinking but before i knew it, he shouted something about ripping up her book. then i saw him grab the book from fred and start violently ripping every last bit of it. it was now completely beyond fixable. my heart broke as i saw her eyes looking over all the pieces of paper on the floor. she looked up at harry and instantly wanted to pull her into my arms, comforting her when i saw the tears welling up in her saddened eyes. i saw the photo on the floor and picked it up before any one else had the chance to see it. fred had grabbed y/n and moved her away. harry finally spoke up, but what he said made rage build up in me. i glared at him but ron answered before i had the chance to.

y/n ran upstairs and the door slammed. i whacked harry in the back of his head and sprinted after her, clutching the photo tightly. i stood outside, about to knock when i heard her let out a muffled scream, followed by a loud cry. my heart rate instantly quickened as a million thoughts ran through my mind at once. she was broken, but i couldn't fix it. i couldn't do anything. mum was shouting downstairs about how disrespectful it was and harry, along with fred, would be picking up every last piece of her book with no magic. serves them right.

i lightly knocked on her door and heard her shift against it. " it's only me, love. may i come in?" i asked quietly. i heard her sniffle and then the door opened slightly. i poked my head in and saw her leaning against the door, sobbing into her knees which were pushed against her chest.

" come here " i said softly as i held my hands out to her. she looked up at me, her eyes were red and swollen. she took my hands and i pulled her up. i pulled her into the middle of her room and pulled her arms around my neck as i wrapped mine around her tiny body. she laid her head on my chest as i started swaying us from side to side. i played some music from the music player she had in her room to fill the empty silence. i pulled the photo of her and her mother out of my pocket and placed it in the pocket of her sweatpants. she lowered one of her hands and took it out and looked at it.

she ran her thumb over her mother as the photo played to her. i placed my lips to her head and whispered " saved from the wreckage " into her hair. she let out a small laugh. that's all i wanted to hear. " thank you " y/n croaked as she placed the photo back into her pocket and her head back into my chest. we continued to dance for as long as our feet would carry us. it was bliss- if we could stay like this forever, then i would. i would give anything. anything to see her happy all of the time. she deserves it so much. i'm falling for you y/n, you just don't know it yet.