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

Chapter 23

Note: this is a pretty short chapter, it's more of a filler. It's fun all the same so enjoy ~

"What are you feeding them?!" You said to Molly, while looking up at Charlie for the first time. He was 6,6 and too old for you.

"I mean I thought Fred and George were tall."

"Hey!" You heard them both yell at you from the living room.

"Shut it you two, I'm talking to Charlie." You turned back to face Charlie. Or rather, look up at him.

"My neck hurts from having to look up at all these Weasley boys." You rubbed your neck. Molly's was laughing next to you.

"They've shot up past me and their father. Before you know it, they're bringing home girlfriends." She threw her arm around your side and hugged you tight. You weren't used to this kind of affection, but you could get used to it.

"Speaking of girlfriends," Charlie spoke. "It's nice to finally meet you, y/n." Charlie offered his hand. You shook it.

"You work with dragons, right?" You were beginning to lose yourself your dorky-ness, but you didn't care.

"Yeah! Im a dragonologist!" He took back his hand and began to smile at you, I kindred spirit.

"Wow, that's amazing. I've always dreamed of being a magizoologist of some kind. It's amazing to be talking to one." You were wide eyed and about to continue talking, until George crept around the corner.

"You're such a DORK!" He poked his head out from around the corner and stuck his tongue out.

"What are you, 5?"

"6." He turned and ran up the stairs. You ran after him, leaving Molly and Charlie in the kitchen, smirking at one another.

You chased George up the stairs. You didn't want to pull out your wand because most of your attack spells would destroy the house, so you had to catch him on your feet. You chased him back into his bedroom. The moment you entered he slammed the door shut behind you and pushed the both of you into his bed.

"Jealous, Weasley?" You smirked while he restrained your arms to the bed.

" A little. Are you gonna date Charlie now?" He wasn't being serious, but part of you thought he was. So you just used your arms to pull his head down to you and kissed him.

"Maybe if you keep calling me a dork."

He kissed you again, talking in between kisses.

"You're...such...a dork!"

"That's it!" You broke off from George and left the room. "Charlie!" You yelled from the stairs as you went down. "Tell me more about dragons!" Charlie, oblivious as to what was happening, was happy to start a conversation all about his most recent expedition. And you, outside of any romantic intent, were happy to listen.