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

Chapter 20

"And that one?"

"I see a platypus on a carpet. It could also be a snail."

George laughed and turned his head to you.

"Snack?" George roller over and sat up and reached into a small duffel bag. He reached over and dumped the contents on the picnic blanket.

"Every flavour jelly beans, chocolate frogs," you were digging through the small pile and gasped. "Pumpkin pasties!"

"Yeah, you said the other day you ate that whole pumpkin pie. I figured you like pumpkin." He reached over and handed you a pastie. You ate it from his hands. He obviously liked it.

"I haven't had these in so long. Oh I may cry." Your mouth was filled with pumpkin, and it was glorious.

You fell back onto the picnic blanket, he did the same. You both laughed for a minute without conversation. When your laughs died down, you both stretched your hands across the blanket, trying to find the other. You stared up at the sky, looking at clouds.

"I remember, I once asked my mum if we could have a Christmas dinner. I saw a bunch of advertisements in town the first time I visited and I wanted it. I went back to mum and asked. She was really skeptical for a while, and confused about my enthusiasm. In the end though, the brought up a butterbeer and a pumpkin pasty for me on Christmas. It's one of my favourite memories actually." One tear ran down your cheek, but no more followed. George noticed and wiped it away.

"I always thought Bellatrix a monster," he had no idea where this sentence was going, and you could tell.

"And that she is."

"Well now I'm not thinking that so much. I mean, you turned out all right. I'm having a hard time believing a monster did that."

"You are amazingly cheesy!" You flipped to your side to face him. He laughed and blushed. He opened his mouth and closed it, opened it again and spoke.

"You're staying at Hogwarts for Christmas right?"

You nodded.

"Well how about...you don't do that."

"Great idea Georgie. I'll go home. My mum can engrave the dark mark on my arm and I can spend the rest of my life-"

"No that's not it. I mean would you want to come home with me?"

"You want me...to come to your house? For a family holiday?"

"Well we call it the burrow, first of all."

"Adorable."

"I know. Second, family is a loose term for us. I've got 6 siblings, we're prepared to feed enough mouths as it is. Plus we've apparently adopted Harry and Hermione. What's one more? And mum would be so happy to meet you."

"Georgie, you know that I would be so happy to meet your family, but I don't want to intrude. My presence might just make everyone uncomfortable."

"You couldn't. Besides, it would be a great way to introduce my girlfriend."

"Girlfriend?"

"What too soon?" George panicked, he looked like a deer in headlights.

"Not at all. I'm just loving the sound of it. Have you already told them you're dating the daughter if Bellatrix Lestrange, or am I supposed to be a fun holiday surprise?" You raised an eyebrow and sat up.

"Well they write us all quite often, Ginny the most. She's definitely told them about you."

"And you know that for sure?"

"Not exactly, but I know Percy mentioned it as well. He makes everything his business. Mum hasn't exactly had the chance to congratulate us since we've only just started...dating?" He trailed off, hoping for your approval again.

"That's the word. If your sure that they know already, I would love to come." You smiled and sat up straight.

"Wicked." George smiled and leaned in slightly. You moved forward and kissed him, your hand on his cheek.

"Now hand me a jelly bean. I'm feeling dangerous." George picked up the box. He closed his eyes and rummaged through the box with his hand and pulled out a orange bean. He held it out to you.

"Down the hatch." You popped it into your mouth and began to chew.

"Orange!" You were pleasantly surprised. You chewed happily as you picked out one for George. It was green. He popped it into his mouth and immediately spat it out.

"Oh god! Disgusting!" He stuck out his tongue and frowned.

"What flavour?"

"Booger." He was smiling but was over all disgusted.

"Gross." You on the other hand we're having the time of your life.