Without you ( George Weasley x Reader )

Chapter 7

George's POV:

" pity your plan didn't work" Y/n says as the teens chosen for the tournament are not Fred or me.

" it's a pity I missed out by only a couple of months" I say devastated.

" that you missed out by a couple of months?!" Fred joins in, his secret silent fued with y/n seem to have disappeared.

" I would be way more likely to do a better job" he adds on.

I give him the biggest face of shock then look at y/n, " can you believe this?" I ask hoping she'll back me up but really I just want her attention on me.

She tilts her head to the side, making me feel the good kind of queasy as she looks me up and down.

Then her eyes go to Fred and linger on him longer, " I don't know... Fred has bigger arms"

Fred grins at her response clearly satisfied as he leans his torso over to give her a high five.

I look at her sheepishly and don't speak until Fred leaves, " you've betrayed me"

She lets out a laughing sound while smiling, " truth hurts Weasley"

Y/n spots Fleur passing in the halls as she quickly ditches me to give her a hug, a few of the other girls lean in to whisper to y/n and I see her pull a repulsed face, I go to casually ask her what they said when she returns forgetting it would prove that I was staring.

" The girls are going to black lake to follow the Durmstrang boys around" she shares with me.

" are you joining them?"

She shrugs and looks behind her to see how far they've gotten, checking if she'd be able to catch up and it hurts me that's she's considering it.

I quickly but gently grab her arm so she faces me, " want to help me do my herbology homework?" I ask purposely changing the topic.

She gives me a bored eye brow raise, " I knew it" she then says.

" you've been using me since the start to do your homework" she teases, I know she's joking but in the less twisted way possible it comforts me to see her pretend to be sad over me. It shows she ' cares'.

" I didn't want you to find out like this" I say shamefully.

" I should have known better, that's why you buttered me up by giving me flowers, isn't it?"

She's one heck of an actress, I can't stop laughing. She only shows a small smile that reveals her front teeth.

" I'm sorry, I let it get too far, it's just the way your joined up handwriting looks with a quill, makes my work look so prestigious"

She breaks character, " do you even know what that word means?" She says doubting me.

I shrug, the answer is easy, " pretty"

Y/n pauses, " close enough"

" I think I know the first-" she goes to say but I spot Fred jump around on Lee as they pass us again.

" sorry but my arms are big" I say as I roll up my sleeves, y/n laughs but looks away like I'm revealing too much skin.

" feel" I tell her, holding my arm out for her to squeeze.

She looks it and then back at me, either blushing the tiniest bit or she's just wearing blush, the makeup kind making her cheeks a pretty pink.

I jerk my arm closer encouraging her, she seems a mixture of embarrassment or disgust as she places her hand on my arm, I flex and tense my muscles as they pop, appearing much bigger than they normally look, when I look at her to see if she's looking, my heart races when she is, she moves her head closer to get a better look of the popping out vein.

Flashback to 6th year:

I appear at the door of my child home, my palms sweat nervously when my dad answers.

I go to step in but stumble back when an ugly, wolf looking man with bright but scary eyes walks past me, glaring at me, he doesn't look human and it's hard to hide the judgement on my face that I think it's going to tackle but my dad tells him not to.

" cover your eyes y/n" my father whom I haven't seen in years tells me.

I hesitate out of fear.

When I don't obey straight away he comes behind me as covers my eyes for me with his hands, I think of my happy place. France. Beauxbatons. Tea with my mother. The thought of her looking down on me, supporting me from above.

I'm only hear because Beauxbatons is joining Hogwarts for the tournament, but I have no idea what I'll do at the end of the school year. I doubt my dad will move back to France with me. I'm not allowed to go back on my own. But I'll find a way, I'm not staying here with him.

I hear and feel a bunch of strangers exiting his home, I get a cold feeling every time and at some point the smell of smoke and flesh feels my nose.

The smell lingers there, I feel the breeze from outside, it must be silent communication.

It's as if they know I'm listening as I remain calm, despite having strong hands tightly covering my eyes with a silly amount of strength.

" she's one of us" I hear my Dad say at last.

Then the door slams shut.