y/n at hogwarts

Chapter 6 - Home

Y/N was sat down on the couch almost instantly. "Come on, dear, take some. I'm sure you're hungry." Molly said, extending a plate with her famous chocolate chip cookies. The girl accepted one, eyeing it, feeling nauseous from the situation at home. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" Arthur Weasley, who was in his sleeping robes, took a seat on one of the slightly worn-out, yellow armchairs. "It's fine. They were their usual selves. Nothing serious." Y/N answered with a reassuring smile after she had taken a bite from the sweet treat. "If you say so. We are always happy to have you," Arthur said, standing up and going to the kitchen. "I have to put your bed in George's and Fred's room. Ginny has a friend over and her room is already small for her." Molly said after Y/N had finished her cookie. "I hope you don't mind?" She questioned the girl. "I expect no funny business," Molly said with her stern mother tone, making Y/N grin to herself. "No, ma'am. No funny business," The girl replied, walking behind Molly to the twins' room. Y/N heard a loud commotion from their room but upon stepping in it was quiet, like the boys had been sleeping deeply. "There you go, dear," Molly said, looking at the mattress on the floor. "Thank you, ma'am," Y/N said and turned to Molly before she left the room. "Oh, it's nothing Y/N, you're almost like our own child," The woman replied, her wide smile beaming in the dark room. "Also, please call me Molly," She added before closing the door. 

"Well hello to you too, Miss L/N," Fred was sitting in his bed right after his mom had closed the door. "What are you doing here?" George asked, sitting up as well. "I love my family so much I thought that seeing them for two hours was enough," Y/N explained with a sarcastic tone, taking the blanket. "And why are you in our room?" Fred questioned, earning a brief stare from George. "No space in Ginny's room," The girl said, crawling under the blanket now. "That's odd... Usually, she puts guests in the living room if there's no space." Fred mumbled quietly. "Like you heard, you smart head, she isn't a guest, she's like our own family," George remarked jokingly, lying down. "Oh right, I am very sorry Y/N Weasley," Fred joked, doing the same as George and pulling his blanket over him. George's eyes shot open from the stunt his brother had just pulled who knew very well about his feelings. "Yes, good night dear brothers," Y/N said with a chuckle. The whole evening kept George up until the early hours, mind racing back to the title "Y/N Weasley", heart pounding faster every time it crossed his mind again.

The girl was the first one to wake up in the room, sunlight beaming on her face. She tried to get some more sleep but failed, looking around the twins' room. It was messy, usual for two teenage boys although Y/N noticed the difference between George's side and Fred's side. One side was more tidied up and organized, unlike the second side which was a complete mess. She snickered at the twin's opposite character, getting up and making the bed neatly. George heard the girl moving around, his light sleep long gone already. "Up so early, Y/N," The redhead commented, eyeing Y/N who grinned at his words. "I have never been a heavy sleeper. Habit from home." She replied, fully turning to George as the bed was all done. "Is Molly up?" The girl questioned. "Most likely, mum wakes up at five usually." He answered, rising from his bed. "Awesome. I'm starving." 

Just like George guessed, Molly was up, cooking up a delicious breakfast for all the youngsters in the house. "Oh, good morning Y/N!" Molly beamed at the girl, extremely happy even at six in the morning. "Can you help me? I need someone to whisk the second pancake batter." The woman looked at the girl with a smile. "Oh, yes, of course," Y/N replied and took the bowl, grabbing a whisk from the utensil cup. With expert ease, the girl worked around the mixture. "How's food at home?" Molly asked to break the silence even though it was the comfortable kind. "Our house elf, Walter usually cooks. Mom or Dad won't bother with food," Y/N spoke while moving the whisk around quickly. "They actually don't bother with anything at home," She added quietly which flew past the woman's ears. "What was that, dear?" Molly questioned, hoping to hear Y/N's sentence again. "Oh nothing," The girl replied as George and Ron came downstairs to the kitchen. "Good you're up, you can help me with the cooking," Molly exclaimed, pulling Ron and George behind the stove.

"Where's Mr Weasley?" Y/N questioned as everyone sat down behind the long dinner table. "He's at work," Molly replied, looking at the magic clock that showed every Weasley's location. "Or well, doing work somewhere," Molly corrected herself, looking at Arthur's spoon that was going berserk, spinning around aimlessly. The girl eyed the clock, noting everyone's place of being. The sunny weather had turned into a snowstorm, and the wind echoed in the house. The wood beams creaking upstairs. "Sadly, Dad has work even before Christmas," Ron said in between gobbling up his pancakes. "Tough times, he told us," Fred added, eyeing the weather outside. "Got it," Y/N replied, the atmosphere around the dinner table going quiet but still staying comfortable. The girl thought back to her mother's words. In Y/N's opinion, working at the Ministry of Magic was a noble job, requiring a lot of work and an acceptable education. "Dad works in the most boring department, The Misuse of Muggle Artefacts. Everything to with bewitching objects that are made by Muggles, you know, in case they make it back to the hands of Muggles." Ron explained after he finished his high stack of pancakes. "I think she knows that you don't have to lecture her on school break," George mumbled quietly, earning Y/N's attention. Her attention was short as she fell back into deep thought. It confused her why her parents didn't like Arthur Weasley or the whole Weasley family.

Ginny and Y/N hung out in the living room after the younger girl's friend had left. While Ginny was busy catching the older girl up on the newest drama that was going on, George eyed the girls from the kitchen. Y/N and only Y/N occupying his thoughts. "What are you staring at, George?" Ginny asked suddenly, bothered by her brother's gaze. "Listening in on the gossip," The boy replied with a grin, not moving from his perfect place of view. "You know it already!" The younger girl exclaimed, "I told it yesterday, on the way home," She added with a suspicious look. "I'm forgetful," George replied with a smirk. "I'll leave if you want," He said, moving to leave the girls alone. "No!" Y/N almost yelled, shocking herself and the two Weasleys as well with her sudden request. The tall redhead laughed and changed his place to an armchair close to the pair on the sofa. "Anyway, where was I," Ginny began.

"What's up with you?" Ginny asked in the evening when Y/N had set her temporary bed next to the girl's bed. "What do you mean?" She questioned back, hoping she wouldn't have to answer the obvious question. "The thing you did in the living room," Ginny tried to make Y/N remember the situation. "You can tell me anything, I promise I won't tell," The girl turned to the girl on the floor who was lying on her bed, looking at the ceiling. "It's fine, I just act awkward sometimes," Y/N explained with a sigh. "Fine then. Are you happy to go back to Hogwarts tomorrow?" The redhead girl diverted the topic, wishing Y/N would talk about that at least.  "Of course I am, it's the Yule Ball, I am very excited," Relief washed over the girl as the topic of George was dismissed. "Who is your date?" Ginny asked, leaning on her arm to look at Y/N. "It's a secret," The girl replied with a smirk, still keeping her date hidden. "Don't tell me you're going alone?" The girl on the floor laughed at the question. "Definitely not. Are you coming?" Ginny sighed and let herself fall on the bed, lying down. "Neville invited me. Otherwise, I would have had to spend Christmas here," Y/N nodded and quieted, light snoring coming from Ginny's bed.