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

Chapter 39

Note: it's a filler, but it's fun!

"Pop corn for you..." Fred and George appeared behind you on the dock of the black lake. Fred handed you a box of popcorn.

"Yummy yummy." You excitedly reached out your hands to grab it.

"Hungry, aren't we dear?"

"Always. Now shut up, the shows about to begin." You took a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into your mouth. You kept your eyes on the four champions. Harry was so nervous he looked like he was about to puke. Then you remembered how awful Gillyweed tasted. You chuckled to yourself and shifted your eyes to the other champions. Fleur was looking as attractive as ever, with her long blonde hair, her piercing blue eyes and pale complexion.

There was of course Krum, who though looked intimidating you could tell it was all show. And lastly Cedric. He wasn't looking too good either. But, you had to give the man credit where it was due. He didn't look too bad for a man about to jump into the black fucking lake.

You approached Harry, who was too woozy to even notice you approaching.

"Popcorn?"

He looked up at you, his face contorted from nausea.

"No thank you."

"It will help get rid of the aftertaste. Distract you from the nausea." You tilted the box in his direction, taking a piece out for yourself and popping it into your mouth.

"I'm fine, thank you y/n."

"Well, it's about to start. I'm not sure what this thing is supposed to be, but I'm feeling bored. It's a slow day. Get violent if the opportunity arises."

He was too nervous to even react. Instead, Harry looked down into the black lake, hoping to find a sneak peak into whatever dangers lie hidden.

Dumbledore had been talking the entire time, but you both had been so lost in conversation you forgot to listen. Suddenly, there was a small explosion in the distance, and all the champions, save for Harry, swiftly dove into the water. In a panic, you slapped Harry on his back and landed him into the water.

"You'll thank me later!" You yelled at Harry, who was now flopping like a fish trying to gather himself and swim. You ate more popcorn as you walked back to Fred and George, who were snickering to each other on the lower level of the dock.

"Not a strong stomach, that one." They both looked at each other and back at you, their smiled unwavering.

"...popcorn?"

They both reached into the box and grabbed giant handfuls.

"That's enough! You've been cut off." You brought the box to your chest protectively.

"I bought the bloody thing!" Fred said through a mouth full of popcorn.

"Can't understand you, git!" You sneered at him.

"Easy love." George chuckled. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in.

"I get more though, right?"

"Wrong."

"Bullshit!"

"No you!"

"Easy, you abnoxious twats."

Moody came up behind you, looking as disheveled as ever. He moved his hand to grab the box of popcorn, but you turned your body away from him to hide it.

"You'll never take me alive, Moody." You glared at him. You wished you were joking, but you were protective of what was yours.

"If you three don't shut up, I'll be takin it back." He glared at you and walked away.

"That's as awfully brave of you." George looked down at you, mildly impressed.

"You should see me with pumpkin pasties."

"I have."

You took a moment to think.

"Oh yeah. Well then you know." You paused to smirk at him, but remembered what was important. "My popcorn!" You brought the box to your lips and shovelled in as much popcorn that could fit in your mouth. With your mouth full, you passed the box casually to George.

"You may have my leftovers."

"How generous." He said sarcastically.

"And what about me?" Fred pouted.

"Sort it out amongst yourselves." The twins looked at each other, and back at the box. George lifted it behind him, holding it away from Fred, who was reaching over to grab it.

"At least Ron's not here. He'd eat the whole thing before you two saw it was missing." You rolled your eyes.

"Animals." You thought.

Fred and George both paused in their positions. George still held the box behind him, Fred held George's shirt collar reaching out with his other hand to grab it.

"Where is he anyway?"