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

Chapter 26

TW: abuse flashbacks

Also, it's a little bit sappy. If that makes you cringe, good.

It was your last day at the burrow. You were in your room, packing up and folding your clothes into a suitcase that transformed them into miniature versions of themselves.

"You've got to teach me that." Hermione turned to you. She was standing behind you on the other bed folding her clothes as well. Only, hers didn't shrink.

"Id love to. In exchange for something of course."

"You've made this shady, y/n."

"A favour, that is all I ask." You began to say, very dramatically.

"And what would that be?"

"I'll figure it out."

You both turned back to your suitcases and folded. A few moments flew by while she contemplated.

"Ok." She threw her sweater to the bed and turned to you. "But I have some conditions. One, whatever you ask me to do, it won't result in me removing clothes from myself or others."

"Believe it or not, only a small part of me wants to see you remove your clothes. And it isn't a large part so we agree on that. Continue."

Hermione took a moment to process everything she just heard while staring at you blankly. You remained nonchalant.

"Ok-two, whatever I do, it won't result in my expulsion. Or anyone else's."

"That does put a damper on some opportunity but I'll allow it."

"And nothing illegal. I really just don't want to break any rules at all, though I realize that may be too big of an ask."

"It is."

She rolled her eyes and turned around to continue to fold.

"So why do you want to know it anyways?"

"Look at how handy that is! I could bring all sorts of things with me everywhere. I could be prepared for anything. Always have all of my study materials, magical items, so on."

"Studying isn't my go to idea for the possibility of such an enchantment, but to each their own."

"Some Ravenclaw you are."

You rolled your eyes and stopped folding your skirt.

"You have to realize being a Ravenclaw doesn't equate to brains or motivation for school. You are naturally smart. But it's wanting to know things that actually counts."

Hermione paused for a moment. "You're right actually."

She closed her suitcase. You both heard the door slam open.

"Ladies, let's go."

"What's got you in such a rush Ginny?" You closed your suitcase tight after hiding your skirt away and turned to her. "Quidditch? A boy?"

"No you git-"

"A girl then?"

"It's not about returning! It's about leaving! I can't stand Fred and George any longer! They're trying to pack a weeks worth of pranks into a day and if I have to deal with one more kind gesture gone wrong, I'm going to slit them open from their backs and wear them like jackets!"

"Which one? I personally think Fred would make a better jacket."

"Not your boyfriend?" Hermione was too wrapped up in Ginnys threat to have joined in sooner.