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

Chapter 30

You walked down the halls outside the school, making your way from potions to defence against the dark arts. There was still some underlying tension between you and Moody, despite the fact all four of you had finished your detention time. Moody just seemed to take you very lightly. Not worth teaching. But, he wasn't the kind of person you found enviable either, so you didn't care.

As you were walking, a boy with platinum blonde hair was coming up toward you with two boys next to him. Of course, you knew Draco Malfoy. His father was someone you considered a family friend, not so much an uncle. Your cousin-ship was never something you talked about. You had met him on two occasions, but nothing more came of it. You saw him and your mother conversing at the most random times of the night. Though he saw you lurking about on many occasions, he never called you out. It made you suspicious of him. And apparently, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

"Well well well, if it isn't the almost Slytherin." Draco sneered at you.

"If it isn't daddy issues McGee himself." You chuckled to yourself.

Draco looked offended, yet at a loss for words.

"You're a foul cockroach, Lestrange. You'd have been so lucky to be in Slytherin. But you ran away and joined the goody two shoes!" He stepped forward and smirked.

"If you apologize, we might let you in our little group. Maybe then you can redeem yourself." He was getting cocky, you couldn't even take him seriously.

At this point, a crowd was beginning to form. Amongst the crowd was sweet Georgie himself, who had hoped to walk you to class before witnessing such a pathetic cat fight. On his end of course, you were fairing well.

George began to angrily step forward, clenching his fists in preparation to smack Draco across his smug face. But you calmly turned your head to look at him, and held out your open palm, signalling for him to stop. He stopped in his tracks, but very close to taking over for you.

"Draco, I would be more careful about the kind of people you go about screaming at. It is pathetic, but more than anything, arrogant." You stepped forward toward him, coming closer and closer while he only stepped back in fear.

"Because I haven't 'joined' anyone. I fight for myself. If there is one thing you should know about me," You grabbed his collar and held it to your face, looking down at a frightened and shaky boy.

"It is that when somebody crosses me, I make sure it never happens again." You were getting angry. It was times like these when it was obvious you were your mothers daughter. You were never ashamed of it until you came to Hogwarts, but you were lost in your anger. Anger toward the family you see when you look at Draco.

"But I look at you, Draco, and I see a small, ignorant coward. And I take pity. So you're lucky today. But if I see you so much as look me in the eyes, I will make sure your father has to come crawling on his knees to make you normal again."

The entire crowd was in shock, and though you couldn't see it, one student reluctantly handed some Galleons over to another. George was wide eyed, with his mouth to the floor.

"Now run along. Before I change my mind." You let him go, but he instead fell to the ground with tears in his eyes. He sat up quickly and embarrassed as his minions followed him away. You didn't want to look at the crowd, let alone George, so walked to class without making eye contact with any of them.

"Never run away from a fight, y/n."

The quote rung through your head over and over again. You were too lost in thought to hear George running after you and calling your name.

"Y/n!" He called one last time, putting his hand on your shoulder.

"Where do you think you're going?" He smirked and tilted his head. You couldn't think of any words to express your confusion as to why he was still here.

"Class." Was all you could muster.

"Well we have the same class, twit." He chuckled and grabbed your hand and walked you down the halls. Both of you ignored the people staring.

"I'm sorry you had to see that. I don't like to admit that I'm similar to...her...but sometimes I can only act the way I was taught. The way I survived."

"That's ok. I love every part of you the way you are."

There was a pause before he mustered another sentence.

"Because I love you."

"Love?" You thought.

You were frozen yet again. You were relieved when professor Moody interrupted your conversation to lug you into class.

"I don't know what stunt you pulled, Lestrange. And I don't care. But there's a lot of talk going around right now and it's time you head into class."

You let go of George's hand and entered the classroom, taking your seat across the isle from George.

"Love."

It ring through your head more powerfully than any thoughts of your mother. You were wide eyed and spacey, but blushing like a tomato. You couldn't look up at George, who was sitting quietly in panic.

"Oh my god I didn't even answer him. He's gonna think I don't love him!" You were panicking yourself now. But you calmed down after realizing what you had just said in your head.

"I...love him."