raison d'être (george weasley x reader)

2.1

"Mom! Dad! Do you see them?"

Though only a few months had passed, Y/N had grown a few inches and her hair was noticeably longer than when she last saw her friends. She pulled her parents closer to the train as she scanned the platform for her friends.

"Y/N!" a familiar voice shouted.

"George!" she exclaimed, leaving her parents to tackle the boy in a hug. She practically flew off the ground from the momentum, but he caught her easily. She let go with a wide grin before looking behind him. "Fred!"

She hugged Fred as well, though not as dramatically as she had hugged George. Her parents watched the interaction fondly, glad to see that their daughter had made good friends.

"D/N," an older redhead greeted. He wore a friendly smile, one that would resemble the twins' if they were tired.

"Arthur," Y/N's dad replied, returning the smile. "I assume these are your children. You've mentioned having a lot of them, but there really are a lot."

A joyful chuckle left her dad's lips as he looked over the group of redheads.

"Almost all of them," Arthur said, his eyes glimmering with pride. "My oldest graduated before Fred and George got to Hogwarts. He works as a treasure hunter."

"Ah, Gringotts," D/N nodded approvingly. "It's meaningful work."

"He has a lot of fun," Arthur agreed before looking at the girl who had stolen his middle sons' attentions. "Then, this must be Y/N. The boys talk a lot about you."

Her face turned a bright shade of pink as she nodded. "It's nice to meet you, sir."

"No need for that," he waved her off. "Call me Arthur."

"A-alright," she said, though everyone could tell that she was too nervous to actually do that.

"And I'm Molly, dear," an older woman introduced, smiling softly at the girl. "We've heard a lot about you."

"Yeah, you've basically stolen my role as George's best friend," Fred huffed, though he winked at her.

"That's impossible," she grinned.

Another familiar redhead made his way towards the group and shot her a smile. His hair had been cut, but it was still wildly untamed and he had gained a few scars on his arms.

"It's good to see you, Y/N," Charlie said. He had only really had a handful of conversations with her, but she had always shown great interest in magical creatures so he enjoyed their time together.

Her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red as she stared at the older Weasley boy in awe. "Hi Charlie. How was your summer?"

"Found some bowtruckles in an old tree by our house. I can tell you about them some time soon, yeah?" he offered, earning an eager nod from her.

Fred and George, who had been blind to her crush the previous year, now looked at her with a mix of amusement and disgust. Though they loved their brother, it was slightly disturbing to see one of their closest friends openly ogling him.

"Keep your mouth open any longer and flies will fly in," George teased, causing her to look away from embarrassment and slap his arm.

Their parents watched on in amusement and exchanged comments about her innocent crush. Molly, in particular, found the situation endearing.

The train ride back consisted of jokes, Bertie Botts' Every Flavored Beans, and stories about their recent summers. Lee, Angelina, and Alicia had found them early on, so the group shared these moments together.