raison d'être (george weasley x reader)

5.8

Lee and Y/N spoke animatedly about the upcoming quidditch match against Hufflepuff as they waited for their Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson to start. As usual, Lee's voice boomed with excitement and Y/N nodded along, adding the occasional comment here and there.

George watched the two from the table behind them, responding half-consciously to Fred, who was running through their latest joke items.

"So, what do you think?" Fred asked.

"Sounds good," George answered, not once lifting his gaze from Y/N.

Fred leaned back in amusement, "So, you'd be okay with letting Lee play as beater for the match?"

"Yeah," George mumbled, zoning in on the way Y/N's head tilted to the side as she listened to Lee explain his game plan - the plan had already been shot down by Oliver, but he was persistent.

"And you've heard that Y/N's agreed to a date with Pucey?" Fred continued.

"Yeah- Wait, what?" George asked. His head snapped to look at Fred, who was now chuckling. "Not funny."

"It was pretty funny," Fred shrugged. "Am I ever going to get my brother back?"

George frowned. "I'm right here, aren't I?"

"I still think you should shag and get it over with," Fred said.

George, however, never got the chance to respond because the classroom doors burst open. His eyes caught Y/N's as they watched Snape stride into the room, waving his wand to draw the curtains over all of the windows.

"Professor Lupin is indisposed," Snape drawled out. "Turn to page 394."

If Y/N kept track of how often a professor or a lecture ended with her being irritated, she was sure she would have a small fortune. Her brisk pace and the slight furrow of her brow easily cued her friends in on her current mood, but none could complain since they felt the same.

"I need to go outside," she muttered. "What was the point in revisiting werewolves? We covered that in 3rd year."

"It's Snape," Fred shrugged. "Hey, Y/N. What's say you take out that anger on a couple of first years?"

Y/N gave him an unimpressed look and deadpanned, "Don't tell me you're going to try out your products on them."

"My lips are sealed," Fred humored, pretending to zip his mouth closed.

It seemed that the lesson triggered a dark shadow to fall over the lesson, or that's how Y/N chose to interpret it - never mind the fact that winter was quickly approaching. The weather had quickly shifted from partial sunlight to now a seemingly never ending onslaught of rain.

Despite the rough conditions, however, Oliver had his team working tirelessly in preparation for their upcoming match. They were originally scheduled to play against Slytherin, but the serpentine house canceled at the last minute with claims that their young seeker had had a sudden injury, prohibiting him from playing any time soon.

"What a load of bull," Angelina grumbled upon hearing the news. Oliver had approached the fifth years during dinner and had seemed irritated himself.

"They just don't want to play in this weather," Fred said. "Cowards."

"Can't blame them," Y/N shrugged, though she also found the tactic uncouth. "I don't even want to watch in this weather."

"But you will," Alicia pointed out.

"Obviously," she replied. "So, who are you playing instead?"

"Hufflepuff," Oliver answered. "Nothing wrong with them, but we've been training to play against Slytherin's style. Hufflepuff is a lot less dirty and a lot more strategic. We'll have to practice even more now."