raison d'être (george weasley x reader)

3.5

Classes were soon back in session and Hogwarts was once again raging with noise. The twins had resumed their usual schedule of disorderly chaos and Lee had returned to the school with a new vigor for mischief. This often left Y/N to spend her time with Angelina, Alicia, and Katie, who had quickly wormed her way into the girls' hearts.

The evenings, however, were always dedicated to Hermione, though their time together had gotten sparse over the last few weeks. Still, they always had at least an hour together, so Y/N didn't mind too much, especially since she was losing her time with Hermione to Harry and Ron.

"Y/N, have you ever heard of someone named Nicolas Flamel?" Hermione asked suddenly.

Y/N thought for a second, not even questioning the girl's sudden curiosity for the old wizard. "Well, he's the man who's 600 years old, isn't he? He created some spell or an item that would keep him alive for as long as possible."

Hermione nodded at the information as she frowned to herself. "I knew I've heard of him, but I can't figure out where. It was definitely in a book."

"I think he's friends with Dumbledore, so it's possible that his name is mentioned in Hogwarts: A History," she guessed, causing Hermione's eyes to widen.

"Yes, of course!" she cheered. Y/N looked at her curiously, but decided not to question it. After all, Hermione was always asking random questions. "Sorry, but do you mind if we reschedule? I can meet up with you later tonight or tomorrow."

"That's fine," Y/N replied with a shrug. "I should probably go make sure Fred and George haven't blown up Gryffindor tower."

She bid the girl goodbye and watched her run out of the library before collecting her stuff and heading out herself. She only made it a couple of feet out of the library when her arm was grabbed and she was rushed into a nearby room, which just so happened to be a broom closet.

The smell of dust and bleach filled her nose as she narrowed her eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room. She quickly registered a familiar head of red hair and laugh lines.

"What did you do now?" she asked, giving George an unimpressed look.

He grinned and took a second to listen for any footsteps before answering, "Fred, Lee, and I tested out one of our exploding getaway bombs on Filch. It didn't quite go as planned and almost set fire to one of the portraits."

"Seriously?" she deadpanned, only causing George's grin to widen.

"Peeves found it hilarious," he replied.

"And I'm in here because..."

"Well, we all split up and you were in the way, so I figured we'd go on an adventure," he said.

"An adventure to a broom closet?" she questioned, unable to hide her mild amusement. "Yes, it's really pumping my adrenaline."

He had only now noticed where they were and a warmth flooded him as he realized how closely they were pressed together. While she seemed completely unbothered by their location, his heart was pounding, though he hoped he made a good show of hiding it.

"But, did you ever think you'd be hiding in a broom closet?" he asked, earning a small laugh from her.

"Definitely not."

"Then, it is an adventure," he insisted. She gave him a small smile as he grinned goofily back at her. "A new experience."

She hummed and looked up at him. If there was one thing that made him consistently nervous about Y/N, it was the fact that she never broke eye contact.

"And how long are we supposed to hide in here?" she asked, not an ounce of annoyance in her.

He shrugged. "Do you reckon it's been long enough?"