George Weasley x Reader ~ Jaffa Cake

15 - The Golden Egg

Over time, it slowly became a sort of routine.

Every night after dinner, you would make your way lethargically back to the Gryffindor common room where you, Harry, Ron, Hermione, George and Fred would sit for a while, sometimes talking loudly about Quidditch (this one Hermione would sit out), other times sitting quietly thinking about all your individual problems, and occasionally talking aimlessly about life's less important things. This would often end with you hugging George goodnight and trudging with Hermione back to the comfort of your dorm room, where you would aim to get into bed before half past midnight. Only from time to time would you accidentally fall asleep on the floor, where you were disturbed frequently by this glowing blue object that occurred often in your dreams, leaving you frustrated and dull. You wanted answers, and George didn't seem to be getting it any easier than you did. In fact, you soon found that the glowing blue object only really appeared in your dreams when you weren't asleep with George nearby.

'Look y/n', Hermione had said on a dreary Thursday morning, 'maybe see Mad-Eye Moody about this? He's a retired Auror, worked with all kinds of dark magic. Him or Dumbledore, either of them could probably help you', She smiled at your worried face and gave you a quick hug. 'I promise you'll be okay'.

You forced an incredibly fake smile onto your face, unsure whether Hermione had noticed if it was genuine or not, and rubbed the back of your hand in a prudential manner. 'Mad-Eye Moody's a bit scary, I dunno', you admitted sheepishly, and to your surprise Hermione stifled a laugh. You didn't return the laugh, but rather rolled your eyes at her.

'Well, it's your problem as much as it's George's problem, so just go with George', she suggested.

The mere thought of George put a real smile on your face, and you nodded in agreement. 'Alright fine, I'll see him. Just one thing though, Hermione?' you called after she'd turned to leave the room.

'Yeah, what?'

You gestured to where you were sprawled on the floor, having fallen asleep on it last night due to your exhaustion. 'Can you help me up?'

-

'So', you explained to George at breakfast, 'we need to see Professor Moody and ask him what on earth is going on'.

George finished chewing a piece of toast and put an arm around your shoulder. 'That's fine', he said. 'To be honest I think he'd give us more answers than Dumbledore. Less of a confusing old man'. He laughed to himself and you snorted at his comment. 'So when are we going?'

You rubbed your head thoughtfully. 'I don't mind, we could just go on Saturday because it's a free day', you suggested, and he nodded in agreement. 'As long as he's in his office, but I could ask him tomorrow because I have Defence Against the Dark Arts third on Fridays'.

'Yeah ask him about making an appointment then or something. If he says he's not there, it's okay, we can wait for a bit', George said after removing his hand from your shoulder and using it to rip a piece of his toast.

Hopefully, you thought to yourself deeply, Professor Moody would have an answer. The dreams weren't getting any worse, but they weren't improving either. It wasn't enjoyable to wake up every morning lathered in cold sweat, heart pumping frantically, with that blue thing imprinted in front of your mind's eye. You were so lost in thought about what the blue thing was that you didn't notice a friendly figure come up behind you.

'Y/n?' they said quietly, nudging you a little. 'Can I talk to you?'

You were drawn back from your thoughts and turned around to face the handsome Hufflepuff boy, Cedric Diggory. He looked a lot better than he did when you'd last seen him in the hospital wing - his hair looked soft and neat rather than ragged and fire singed; his robes were fresh and clean rather than his Triwizard ones that had been ripped and charred; you could no longer see bits of glinting pink flesh scattered around his body but rather healthy looking marks on his neck where he'd been healed as best as he could have been. You immediately stood up and gave him a hug - he already felt like a best friend to you despite not seeing him for a while. George had briefly turned around, giving Cedric a quick smile, before turning back round again and talking to Fred and Harry.