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

Chapter 18

"KICK ITS ASS HARRY! GET THAT EGG!" You were screaming at the top of your lungs. The twins were screaming just as loud, impressed you could match their energy. "WOOHOO!"

"NO! HARRY NO!" Harry was flying up and down, left and right, trying to dodge the dragon.

"5 galleons he takes the fight outside the arena." You slapped George's side to get his attention and yelled in his ear.

"You're on!" You both began to watch attentively.

And of course, you were right. Harry, though a nervous mess, was doing great at evading the dragon. He was flying on his broom all over until the dragon followed him outside the arena.

"Hand it over, carrot top!" He screamed at George in victory.

"Whatever! I'm gonna beat Harry for losing me 5 galleons." You giggled and turned your head back to the arena, squinting your eyes to try and spot Harry. For how big the dragon was, it certainly had the speed to evade your line of sight. Until you spotted it. You screamed and pointed your finger at a dragon and boy flying around the tower.

"LOOK! OH MY GOD HES GOING TO DIE!" despite your grim prediction, you were smiling. This was the most exhausting yet exhilarating show you've ever had the pleasure of betting on.

"Well don't say it out loud! If you're right everyone's going to think you cursed him." Fred was right, but you were too excited to be irritated at that fact.

"Let the people believe what they want to. THERE HE IS!!" Harry was popping out from every corner, but he began to fly back toward the arena to grab the golden egg. and just like the chosen son of a bitch he was, managed to get it.

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"Pay up Weasley." You crossed your arms and held out your palm. George reluctantly handed over the 5 Galleons he owed you.

"Remind me never to make bets with you again." He scoffed.

"Lucky for me there's another redhead just as dim witted willing to put a few galleons on the line." You smirked and stuffed the money into your robe pocket.

"Shall we?" He stepped next to you and held out his arm.

"Shall we what, Weasley?" You looked at him suspiciously.

"Reward ourselves with a butterbeer, of course."

"We didn't do anything."

"We were awfully loud. I'm quite sure that's why Harry won." He gestured for you to take his arm. You grabbed it and began to walk.

"And where will we be going for said butterbeer?" You were both walking slowly, arm in arm, down the halls of the castle.

"I was thinking the three broomsticks, but Hog's Head has good drinks as well."

"I can't go to Hogsmeade, Georgie. Remember?"

"Oh I know. That's why," you both made an abrupt stop at a corner and George pushed you both into it. There standing next to the two of you was Fred.

"We have this." Fred finished George's sentence. He held out a map. You looked down and read the title.

"The marauders map" you read out loud. "Aesthetically pleasing but I'm not sure it can sign a permission slip."

George and Fred laughed at you. "Since when have you been so careful about permission slips? Take a look at the map." Fred handed it to you and you owned it. There were little footprints, labelled with their owners names, walking around and moving.

"Is this-no way..." you trailed off as you examined it further.

"Yes." They said simultaneously.

"You can see everyone here. Even us!" You were very happy to see your own pair of footprints next to the twins.

"Where they are,"

"What they're doing,"

"Every minute,"

"Of everyday."

"Brilliant...where did you get it?" You shot a look back up at George.

"Nicked it from Filches office of course!"

"Yeah he pulled us into his classroom, and he had this drawer-" Fred was cut off.

"Not yet Freddie my boy. Let's tell the story when we get those drinks." George looked back down at you and smiled. "Shall we?"

"Lead the way." You grabbed his hand as you all snuck down the halls of the school. Giggling and dodging teachers, holding hands with George, sneaking around together. A perfect day.