Redhead || George x reader || y/n Lestrange

Chapter 12

Note: short and sweet chapter! Have fun :)

As you walked into the school past the main hall, you looked around to try and find Fred and George. But you couldn't.

"I guess they packed up shop."

You continued to walk past the hall but as you turned the corner you were pulled aside. A big, strong hand grabbed you from your right shoulder and dragged you into a dark corner in between the two walls. You were thrusted up against the wall. You were prepared to fight, your fists clenched and you got your footing. Before you could throw a punch, their face was revealed.

"What the hell George?!" Your fist was still in the air.

"What happened to Georgie?" He said as he stepped forward. He gently grabbed you first as he looked you in the eye and slowly Lowered your hand to your side. You straightened up.

"I'm not exactly in the mood for cutesy nicknames. You realize I'm as target for quite a few people, inside and out of the school?" You were whispering to match the tone of the twins. You were angry but my god was that hot.

George raised his hands in the air. "Sorry love."

You stepped back and relaxed your hands in surprise. "Love?" Obviously he hasn't meant it that way but...something about how he said it just made you stop in your tracks and melt. You gathered yourself quickly, still red and flustered but the darkness of the corner hid the colour of your face.

In a moment of confidence and adrenaline, you grabbed his red and yellow, loose tie, and brought it down to your level. Your faces were inches apart.

"Never do that again."

His mouth hung open, he was looking at you shocked. He had next to no response. That was until he remembered the cocky bastard he was. He smirked as he brought his face closer toward you.

"Whatever the lady wishes."

You held that position for a few more seconds until you heard Fred coughing subtly next to you. He was leaning against the wall. You turned to him as George jumped back. His eyebrow was raised as he smirked and let out a breath of air.

"I say you two try that again later. When I'm not around and Snape isn't chasing us down."

There were stutters from the both of you. George had much he wanted to say. Maybe it would have been "we weren't going to kiss!" Or "I don't like her, pervert!" But what ended up coming out was,

"Gosh that's right! Y/n, remember that pepperup potion you wanted to have finished? While we stole the last ingredient from Snape's stash. He's a little angry about it."

You let out a sigh and giggled. "We'd better get a move on and finish that potion!"

All three of you smiled and looked at each other, full of energy. George took one last look at you before he grabbed your hand and ran off behind Fred, who clearly had developed a "every man for himself" mindset.

You were holding hands. Luckily he wasn't turned toward you, so he remained unaware of the fact you were as red as a tomato.

Little did you know, he was just as red.