George Weasley x Reader ~ Jaffa Cake

25 - Cassiopeia

It was a weird sensation, the feeling of coming to. Or was it just waking up? You didn't even know if you'd passed out cold, or if you'd just fallen asleep, but either way you knew you were completely conked out. Distorted voices echoed around your head, and the heavy feeling of leaning on something was slowly becoming more and more obvious. The surface felt hard, wooden maybe, and there were definitely people around you. Willing your eyes to open wasn't very easy, for they still felt like lead, and your head was pounding viciously above your eyebrow. 

Promptly, a very unsettling, out of pocket thought entered your head,

 'Shit, am I in a coma or something?' you felt your senses prickle and your hackles raise. 'Fuck!' 

The distorted voices began to sound clearer, and you felt your body turn to autopilot, breathing slowly and gently. You listened as intently as you could.

'Well, Mr Weasley, if you want to be so rude about this class, then you can walk out just like your incompetent friend!'

'That's not what I meant!' you heard someone's fist slam on the surface you were leaning on. 

'Not everyone is gifted with the ability of seeing, young insolent boy.'

'I don't have that stupid gift, but I can see very clearly that y/n has passed out!'

'Well, just leave her there then! Like I said.'

It was obvious that the angered boy was Ron, and you could tell he was very irritated. Must open eyes...

'You can't just leave me here', you muttered into the table, earning a gasp from Ron and Harry. No one else seemed to have heard you but them.

Someone had reached forwards, their hand close to your face, you could feel it. Their finger poked your eyelid and pulled it upwards, and everything changed from black to blurry.

The uncomfortable thought of someone tugging your eye upwards was enough to wake you, so you blinked very madly until your eyes stayed open. There was a hazy glare over the people around you, and Harry's glasses looked like two floating circles in front of your face as he pulled himself backwards frantically, staring at you.

'Y/n?' he stuttered, still staring at you. 'Are you okay?'

You rubbed your eyes frantically, praying that the weird layer of gunk over your eyes wasn't visible to anyone else. No one had really noticed your strange awakening, so you guessed that Trelawney had decided to just leave you laying there lifelessly - you decided you'd complain to Dumbledore about her lack of caring at some point. Eventually your eyes lost the misty layer, and you could see straight, so you looked directly at Ron and Harry perplexedly.

'What happened?' you croaked. It felt like a cliché thing to say just after passing out, but you were genuinely lost as to what happened and wanted to know why you'd passed out. What's more was that an annoying, nagging feeling was tugging at your mind like a kid grasping onto blankets. Something happened, you were sure of it, but your mind was so cloudy that you couldn't recall it.

'Well you sorta just... passed out', Ron said, not really providing any details. 'Like, smack on the table. You looked pretty high too.' 

Harry shook his head at Ron, grinning, before giving you the full context,

'Trelawney predicted a death omen for a boy you care about so much', he told you, saying 'a boy you care about so much' with hand gestures resembling quotation marks. 'That literally could be any of us. Also, I reckon you fell asleep, I don't think you passed out.'

Suddenly, after hearing this, a familiar feeling of dread washed over you. How could you forget that happened? 

'George', you whispered, so quietly that it was barely audible.