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

Chapter 45

Note: sorry I took a little longer to update ;-; I wasn't sure where I wanted the story to go from here, or how to introduce it. But, i did it. So enjoy~

Since you had begun occlumency lessons with professor Snape, your mind was always subconsciously focused on enclosing your thoughts. Even if only a little, the terrors that have followed you your whole life continued to do so. No matter how far you ran, how long you've been away, they always find you. Follow you. You were terrified that someone would come and take you back to your mother. To your father. And if that happened, then the last 10 months really were for nothing.

Well, maybe it counted for something.

"Hey love." George smirked and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, bringing himself close to kiss you on the cheek. "You look absolutely stunning." He grinned staring down at your outfit, which was showing a little more skin now that you were in the warm month of June.

You wore a blood red mini skirt and a jumper you had stolen from George's dorm. He pretended he didn't notice at the time, he secretly loves it when you wear his clothes. It's exactly why he wears them and then lays them out for you.

The crew neck jumper was an off black colour, that you had tucked away so it would show off your midriff.

"And you're wearing my jumper." He tried to sound displeased, but he couldn't stop smiling.

"No, I'm wearing my jumper. I found it, abandoned on the bed of a redhead who was abusing it." You folded your arms together.

"Jokes on you. I wore that for four days without showering."

As irritated as George tried to joke he was, there was no hiding the fact that he melted every time you wore something of his. It's exactly why he leaves his jumpers out for you to steal.

"One, I've gone longer without showering," and it was true. But that was more when your adoptive father refused to pay the water bills for two weeks.

"And two, it smells exactly like you. So interpret that however you will." You brought some of the fabric to your nose, taking a deep breath in.

"Cinnamon and firecrackers..." you had been smelling it all day.

"What can I say? I smell lovely." He cocked his head to you, proudly.

You giggled and kissed his neck. You leaned up against him as he supported you with his arm. Once you finally both turned to the side, you noticed a rather silent and uncomfortable Lee Jordan, as well as a giddy Fred Weasley.

"I love being single." Lee said sarcastically. You both laughed, slightly unaware of what to do.

"Oh don't worry, Lee. Somewhere, in his wide, wide world, there's a fine young girl who is calling your name." He leaned in toward Lee, his ear cupped between his hand and Lee's ear. "LEE, she screams!" Lee nudged Fred off of him. He held his hand to his ear, trying to recover from the noise.

"Oh she's out there...if you haven't slept with her already!"

"Oi, We've got to be careful with talk like that. I've got a girl running around these halls."

"Angelina? That's still happening?" Lee scoffed.

"Careful, you may hurt my feelings." Fred held his closed palm to his heart.

The both of them chuckled to each other, followed by a slightly awkward silence.

"...off we go then?" Lee pointed his thumb down the hallway, which many other students were walking down as well.

There were several moments of silence. As happy as the trio always tried to make every situation, it was getting harder with every step you took toward what may be Harry's doom.

Suddenly, George decided to break the silence.

"I have to admit, I'm worried for him. I know he's the chosen one and whatever, but I mean...shit! I've watched the kid run into walls and fall UP stairs!" George was looking visibly nervous. His lips were perched slightly and his eyes narrowed. But he held your hand tightly.

"He was hilarious to watch. A true shame." Fred looked up to the heavens, jokingly sad. You slapped his arm.

"He'll be fine. You know why?" You looked up at him. "Because I'm sporting the Gryffindor colours today. That has to mean something." You gestured to the sweater. "And besides, what's one more challenge to the chosen one?"

A lot, apparently.