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

Chapter 31

"Do you have your dress ready?" Luna inquired. She was rummaging through her wardrobe and pulled out a pink and layered dress. She held it up against her body and spun around in a circle.

"It's very you Luna." You smiled. You honestly loved the dress, at least for Luna. Not quite your style.

"I think I know what I want to wear, but I may end up adjusting it along the way. I'm not even sure I have a date though..." you trailed off. Earlier today, George told you he loved you. You chocked and ran off.

"That sounds like something I would be told not to meddle in." She paused, and ran toward you in small steps. "But..." her eyes widened in expectation.

You let out a sigh and fell back into your bed.

"George said he loved me." You sounded as though you were lamenting, but you smiled and blushed thinking about him saying it.

"I love you." It echoed in your mind, making you feel giddy and a little bit sick.

"I mean, it's not like a don't love him. I just..."

Luna stayed silent, and sat next to you on the bed. She waited patiently for a response.

"I just, I'm not used to saying things like that. The last time my mother told me she loved me was when she knocked me down to the ground when I refused to attack a family. It's a bit of a long story there, but the point is I don't exactly hear that often. And I never realized how much I wanted to hear it at all." You looked down at the ground, becoming growingly ashamed. You panicked and began to cry when you realized how much you needed to hear it. How much you wanted to tell George but you didn't.

"Oh I wish I told him. Now he thinks I don't love him! He's going to leave and I'll lose the best thing I've ever had." You felt your stomach dropped to the ground, and your tears fell with it. You covered your eyes with your hands, and for once in your life let your tears fall. In front of Luna, it was easy. She wrapped her arm around you and pulled you in close.

"George is absolutely bonkers about you, y/n. I don't think he could leave you if he tried. Now, there's plenty of time to find him." She sat up from the bed and turned to the door.

"I didn't realize you had to go Luna. Sorry, I'll clean up." You turned to pack up the dress lying on your bed, but stopped when you realized something.

"Oh- you're going to see Harry aren't you?" You already were feeling significantly better. Luna was so excited to be going to the ball, even if she was partnered with a friend. She wanted to give Harry a flower with a pink hue to match her dress.

"He'll love the flower." You smiled to yourself, and dried your eyes. But Luna didn't respond, she leaned against the door and kept her hand on the knob.

"I'll be taking my leave now." She turned and opened the door.

"Oh-hello George." She said suspiciously unsurprised.

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George's POV:

Fred had been giving you two your space to talk after your run in with Draco. But he couldn't help but step in to console his brother after you ran off after class.

"What did you do?" He stepped next to him, staring off at the doorway you just ran off in. George let out a sigh.

"I said I loved her."

"Interesting response. You couldn't have waited for a more romantic opportunity?" He raised his eyebrow and looked at his twin.

"It just...came out! I should probably give her some space..." he looked down.

"Excuse me." A soft and kind voice appeared from behind him. They turned to look at Luna.

"I couldn't help but overhear your previous conversation. I listened to this one on purpose of course."

"Rude." Fred said sarcastically.

"Nosy," she corrected. "but you'll take that back once I propose my offer. You're not the only one who loves her, you know."

"Really?" He had his hands causally in his pockets, but took them out to fold his arms. "You sound like there's a catch."

"Start stealing some cauldron cakes for me as well, every now and again."

"Deal."

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"George?" You turned your head and dropped the dress you almost packed away. He shyly waved his hand and looked down at Luna, who nodded allowing him to step forward into the dorm.

"I didn't realize I would overhear all that, I'm sorry." He looked very shy and meek, but stepped forward anyway.

"I shouldn't have put you in that kind of position. I know how you feel about me, so whenever you feel like you're ready to say it, I'll be with you." He put his hands in his pockets. His head was tilted down, looking at you.

You wanted to just blurt it out. You wanted to just run to him, kiss him and scream into his ear that you loved him. But, for some reason, you couldn't really move. Instead, your eyes watered up again.

"Oh no-no no I didn't mean to make you cry!" George was panicking as he stepped toward you. He places both his hands on your cheeks, and wiped your oncoming tears away. He bent down and kissed you underneath your eyes, again and again until you were smiling.

"Sorry, Georgie." You giggled again. There was a long pause between the two of you, as you stare into each other's eyes, smiling and blushing. You took a deep breath in and leaned into him. You brought both your hands up and leaned them against his chest.

"I love you." You looked up at him, smiling shyly.

He smiled ear to ear. He lifted you up and spun you around, the both of you smiling and laughing. Until he stopped and slowly out you back down on the ground.

"Even though you're a ginger." You shrugged.

"Now why did you have to go and say that." He picked you up again, but this time he threw you onto your bed and leaned over on top of you. Both of you smiling, but the smiled faded as the both of you leaned in to each other and kissed.

If this was a dream, you wouldn't dare to open your eyes. You kept them closed, allowing yourself to just feel his lips on yours. How you could tell he was still smiling.

"Luna left..." he separated his lips from yours and looked down at you. You grinned.

George was about to lean back down, but noticed what you were laying on.

"Is this what you're wearing?" He sat up and pulled out the dress from under you.

"Oh, yeah! You like it? I'm going to change a few things though. You'll see tomorrow." He was staring at it, entranced at the thought of you wearing it.

"Wicked." He was still staring at it.

"You'll have a shot with the dress tomorrow." You laughed.

"Right now though..." George placed it behind him in the bed.

"Right now, it's you and me."