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

Chapter 59

Note: it's been so long since I've updated ;-; I'm sorry y'all. Life is quite difficult, as it turns out. But I'm never gonna keep writing if I don't just force myself so here ya go!

The halls of the school never seemed so quiet. So painfully, piercingly quiet. You walked down the halls swiftly as always, but now, those around you had lost a certain spark.

The children who used to jump around and embrace before separating to go to classes just strolled on with their heads down, clutching their books close to their chests.

What was once laughter and joy, was now distant murmuring. Somehow, even the stone walls of the school were dirtier and depressing. All too fast, the school you almost called home was begging to look too close to...well, home.

"She really did a number on these people."

Professor Umbridge had been the bane of George's existence since the moment she walked through the doors. She stifled everything he and Fred stood for, everything that made this school a sanctuary.

"She put ANOTHER rule up on that fucking wall of misery!! I can't do this anymore! I'm losing my MIND trying to have any fun around here!" George exclaimed to the brick wall of framed rules. The "Wall of misery"  as he so lovingly put it. 

"All Weasley products must be banned immediately..." reading one of the many papers, you looked up at George who was flaring next to you in frustration. 

"Tell me, Weasley, am I one of those products?"

His stiff face loosened in a quick giggle, turning his head down to you. 

"I'm afraid so."

you took another look at the wall, toward the top left corner.

"Boys and girls are not allowed within six inches of each other? What?"

you and George slowly looked at each other. A short moment of silence bled into a shared giggle. You looked down at your feet, barely two inches away from George's. Giggling to yourself, you took a step back from him. 

"Not you too." George took a step forward toward you as you backed away again. And again, and again. 

"Six inches, Weasley!" Giggling together, you could only think that you were happy to have put a smile back on his face. 

George took another step, this time yous stood still. he took another step, gently pushing you against the stone wall behind you. he placed his arm above you, leaning his forearm against the brick. His other hand gently lifted up your chin so you were staring up at him. He leaned in closer, pulling you up more. 

"Six inches you two!" 

Before his lips were able to grace yours, you turned your head to professor Snape. George was frozen with his head awkwardly close to yours. you Gently placed both hands on his chest and inched him away, mouthing the word "sorry"  to him.

"If I see that one more time, it's detention."

You both just nodded, knowing exactly what was on each other's minds. Snape took his leave, marching down the halls with his cape trailing behind him. You only hoped that one day, your cape would reach that level of girlboss. 

By the time he turned the corner, away from the two of you, you were looking into each other's eyes with the same idea flowing through your minds. 

"Do you still have those fireworks under your bed?"