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

Chapter 46

Note: I'm back! Thank you for your patience. And also, thank you so much for all the support I've gotten recently! It's means so much that people are enjoying this story. I took a bit of a long break to catch up one school, but I'm on April break now! So I've got time up the wazoo.

P.S. I hope you don't mind, but this chapter a short one. I'd like to start out small, but the new one will be up shortly :)

The bleachers of the stadium were stiff and uncomfortable. But everyone was so on edge and excited that it didn't even matter. But regardless of what anyone else was thinking, you knew something they all didn't. You knew that somehow, some way, they would be here.

The voices and fog that shifted through your consciousness had since passed, but you didn't trust silence. It only means that your predator has gotten close enough to tread lightly.

George sat next to you, with Fred one seat away. Both of them could easily have been mistaken for two people who were invested in the trial, with how they leaned forward off there seats, eyes fixated on Harry. But to you, who was sitting in a puddle of panic, you had imagined that your anxiety had somehow blended into their excitement.

You bit your lip as you narrowed your eyes. You scanned the area, up, down, left, right. Trying to find any sort of sign that your suspicions were true. But, nobody was in sight. All that laid ahead were the four contestants of the trial. Cedric, Fleur, Victor, and of course, Harry. He more than anyone seemed so small and terrified. You had only hoped in the moment it were his nerves, and not that he shared the same suspicions.

You didn't even feel your conscious slip away from you before George had placed his hand on top of yours. Startled, you quickly gazed back up at him. He nodded reassuringly, and gripped your hand tighter. At a loss for words, you reciprocated. He noticed your silence, for you were rarely ever at a loss for words, and lifted up your hand gently to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles and placing them back down on the bench. Once your palms hit the cold seat, you smiled gently at him.

"I love you."

"Who doesn't?"

You rammed your shoulder into him, calmly giggling.

"You've always got to ruin the moment."

He exhaled and grinned.

"I'll go ahead and shut up then."

"Nothing I like more than a man who shuts up."