Oh Dear - A George Weasley x Reader Story

~Dinner~

"(Y/N) are you going to be in there much longer?" George called out from outside the bathroom as I was cleaning up my makeup, scaring me as I stabbed myself in the eye with the mascara wand.

"I wasn't but now, I'm not so sure!" I wailed back, my eye watering as I tried to blink the black out of my eyeball. George opened the door to find me sitting on the edge of the bathtub, dabbing my eye with a tissue.

"Merlin's Beard (Y/N), what'd you do?" He sat next to me on the tub.

"I just stabbed myself in the eye but I'll be okay," I removed the tissue carefully so as to not turn myself into a panda and looked at him, "Is my eye red?"

"A little,"

"That's okay, that just means your Mum will ask me what happened," I stood up from the bathtub and walked over to the sink, dropping the tissue in the bin on the way before moving a strand of hair out of my face and walking out of the bathroom.

I walked up to Ginny's room and found Hermione in there, struggling to zip up her precious dress. It was just above her knees and had a tail at the back, a deep shade of blue and a higher neckline.

"You want a hand Hermione?" I offered to her, she gladly agreed and in no time she was all zipped up, "Say, how formal is this? I mean, are we wearing shoes?"

She laughed at me, "Of course we're wearing shoes."

Laughing back, I responded, "Okay, I just wanted to check. Is it obvious I stabbed myself in the eye with the mascara?"

"No, no, your eye has settled down just fine," she replied.

"Oh good," I smiled at her as we left Ginny's room, we made our way down to the living room where almost everyone was. The people missing were Ron, Harry and Bill. Hermione said hi to Mrs Weasley and decided to head upstairs to yell at Ron to hurry up.

Percy was neatly drinking at the table like the responsible adult he is, Fred whacked him across the face with a blanket that was sitting on the couch and Molly swore to make him clean the roof; so naturally he stopped. I was helping her tidy up the kitchen when there was a knock on the door, "I'll get it," I told her.

"Oh thank you dear," she had answered as she flailed desperately to keep the cat away from the roast chicken.

Click. Clack.

I walked up to the door, embarrassed that my shoes were making so much noise and opened it.

"Hi!" I cheerfully greeted one Remus Lupin, one Sirius Black, one Nymphadora Tonks and one Albus Dumbledore, "Mrs Weasley is in the kitchen but everyone else is in the lounge room."

They stepped inside and I closed the door behind them, careful to make sure I didn't let the cat out who had just pranced up to me and rubbed itself against my legs. I crouched down to pat it and picked it up, patting it on the head and rubbing between the ears.

"That cat sure has taken a liking to you," it was Dumbledore, he hadn't gone further into the house with the others and had watched me shut the door.

I turned to him and smiled at him, "I suppose so."

"So, you and George are very close?"

Gosh, don't beat around the bush Dumbledore! Don't be so shy old man!

I nearly dropped the poor cat when he said that, "Not as close as you might think," I laughed awkwardly and placed the cat down on the floor before walking into the kitchen to see if Mrs Weasley needed any help.

"No? Earlier today, you- Molly dear, are you alright?" He stopped when he heard a crash coming from the pantry.

"Yes, yes, just fine. Just hit my head on a shelf is all," she answered, gosh she's nervous, what does she have to be nervous about?

"Maybe you'd like a drink, Professor?" I tried to stop him from bringing up the Christmas sweater.

"Oh yes please," he responded, so I gave him a glass of whatever Molly had been handing out to everyone, "Is George's Christmas sweater nice? Molly has such nice knitwork."

"Yes, yes she does," this man is so stubborn! He just won't quit.

"I overheard Miss Parkinson trying to snog Mr Malfoy last year," Dumbledore stated before sipping his drink. Gossiping about students? How do I respond to that?

"Really?" I tried to sound interested, really what I wanted was a sip of whatever Molly was giving out, I felt like I needed it. Just at that moment, there was a knock at the door and Molly rushed out of the pantry in a flutter.

"Molly dear, why don't you sit down for a minute, I'll get that." Dumbledore stepped in, walking out of the kitchen and disappearing behind the door. I passed her a glass and went to pour out some of the fancy wine-stuff when she stopped me and pulled out a bigger bottle from one of the cupboards.

"Get yourself a glass dear, you'll need it," she said to me, I hesitated for a second before giving her a second glass. She poured a little for me and poured a lot more for herself. She raised her glass to me before chugging it and putting it down. She walked off in the direction that Dumbledore had and I stared into the glass, shrugged my shoulders and did the same thing she did. Boy, was that a mistake. Dizzy, I put the glass down and took a seat by the kitchen table. I picked up the bottle and read the label, Fire-whiskey, oh Merlin's Beard that's strong stuff.

Next thing, Professor Dumbledore walked in with McGonagall and Molly trailing behind. I stood up off the seat, swiftly acted like I did not just drink Fire-Whiskey, greeted McGonagall and walked out of the kitchen. I popped onto the couch next to George and huffed.

"Big night?" He chuckled as he lifted an arm around my shoulder.

"Yeah, did you know Dumbledore gossips about students?" I laughed with exasperation.

"I did not!"

We laughed together and I slumped, leaning further into George, resting my head on his chest and he rested his head on top of mine.

Dinner was eventful, Mr Weasley had to lock the cat in Ginny's room with Crookshanks to stop them from attacking the food. Dumbledore kept dropping hints about George and I;

"So, been up to much, George?" Dumbledore made eye contact with me as he said that, his eyes going from me to George as he stabbed a bit of chicken with his fork.

"We played Quidditch today," George had replied, quickly shoving a baked potato in his mouth.

"Those two got stuck in the broom cupboard today!" Ron half-mindedly chewed as he added his bit to the conversation.

"Did they?" Dumbledore was very intrigued by that, he looked at me with a twinkle in his eye, "Can't be too much room in there."

"Ah- no, no I suppose not," I picked up my glass of water and just drank, desperate to avoid eye contact and any more awkward conversations.

"Albus, leave the kids alone," McGonagall had said, hitting him on the arm gently and turning to Molly to discuss 'those wretched gnomes.'

"I'm going to kill Ron," George whispered to me, I hit him on the arm.

"You will not, maybe make fun of him a tad, but not kill," I whispered back, well, wasn't too much of a whisper.

Dumbledore then tried to ask Ginny if she had 'found any good looking dudes at school'. Ginny nearly choked on her drink, and Mrs Weasley chimed in, "Albus, how's your dinner? I hope it's cooked enough for you."

"Oh it's just perfect Molly," he responded, finally getting the hint.