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

Chapter 38

TW: SMÜT

...also cringe

"I've never read Quidditch through the ages. I've heard great things, though. Apparently, it gives fantastic insight into the true morality of the game."

"I haven't finished it yet, but I'm almost done." You were sitting propped up against the headboard of your bed with your knees tucked into your chest. You held out your book in front of you. Luna and you had decided not to dive deeper into the conversation of your father, so you talked about every thing else. Eventually, you ended up at what you were currently reading.

"I'm enjoying it so far." You smiled, reliving a memory.

"I played Quidditch quite often with my friends back when I was small. There wasn't much else to do outside of school. But..." you paused to laugh.

"...but we added our own fun twists to the game. Essentially, we all were beaters. We all just hit each other." At this point you were smiling fondly at the memory. Luna was very happy to see you smiling after discussing your childhood. Luna was smiling too.

"Are you considering joining the Ravenclaw team?"

"Yeah actually. The season is coming up, and I know I'm a great beater. I'm getting a lot more comfortable at the school and I think it would be fun with George. Plus, there's a few people I wouldn't mind knocking to the ground."

Luna, deciding to ignore that last comment, looked up at the ceiling and spoke softly as always.

"I've never been very sporty. Quidditch isn't my forte."

"I can't even imagine you as a beater." You were smiling at the thought of a violent Luna.

Suddenly, Luna sat up and walked over to you.

"I believe your boyfriend is here. I'll be taking my leave."

"It's almost 8. Are you sure you don't want to stay?"

"The common room is a lovely place for late night reading. I'll come back, I'm not leaving forever."

"...I'll miss you."

"As you should." Luna smiled and got up, walking over to the door. She slowly opened it, and just behind was none other than your 6ft redhead. Holding many, likely stolen, sweets and snacks.

George was cradling an assortment of snacks in his arms, but he lifted his hand to wave shyly.

"I heard snacks help. Well, they always help, but in situations like these..."

"Come on in." You sat up from your bed and sat against the edge. George nodded to Luna, who gently closed the door behind her as she skipped out. George walked up to your bed and bent down in front of you, still clutching his precious snacks as though they were his children.

"I won't ask anything you aren't comfortable answering...but I do have a question."

You opened your mouth to speak but he blurted out in a much different and confused tone,

"How can boys get in the girls dorms here?! Why only here? This would come in handy at my common room."

You let out a laugh, and relaxed your hands behind you.

"It isn't necessary here. About two years ago, they figured it out. Flitwick just doesn't care about most of the rules we break here because we never get caught."

"That is not fair!" George smiled and got up. He sat next to you on the bed.

"And the snacks are from?"