raison d'être (george weasley x reader)

5.9

With winter now in full swing and snow covering the grounds, Y/N began raiding the boys' dormitory, swearing that their clothes were easier to layer than anything she could procure from her own closet. The sight wasn't odd, considering she had done so since their second year, but it wasn't until now that she exhibited a more obvious preference for George's wardrobe.

It was another chilly night and the girls had migrated to the boys' room. The common room was a lot more packed than usual as more students surrounded the fireplace and hogged the blankets the house elves had brought out earlier that month.

Y/N hummed as she rummaged through George's trunk, which harbored all of his warmer winter clothes. She hadn't even bothered asking tonight, figuring he would have said yes anyways.

"If you could fake being sick to get out of class, would you?" Fred asked the group.

He and George had started their latest project of pastilles, which, depending on the type you took, would give you a myriad of symptoms for a short period of time or until you took the antidote. They had so far come up with one for vomiting and another for nosebleeds, though they were having difficulty figuring out the counter tablet for the nosebleed one.

"Definitely," Angelina nodded. "Especially for Professor Binns' class."

"Y/N, don't you already have a couple of his sweaters?" Alicia asked, turning to look at her friend.

"No, I only have one," she shrugged, holding up one of the Christmas sweaters Molly had knitting for George during a previous year. "Would it be weird to walk around in this?"

"Well, it doesn't fit me anymore, so you can have it," George shrugged, watching with amusement as Y/N nodded and tucked the sweater under her arm. "You could swap the one you're wearing for it."

Y/N frowned and looked down at the quidditch sweater she was wearing. She hadn't ever bothered to return it and, at this point, she had no intention of ever returning it.

"This doesn't fit you either," she pointed out. "You and Fred grow like giraffes. Plus, I doubt your arms would fit anymore."

"You'd rather walk around with Weasley on your back than the letter G?" Angelina asked with a smirk.

"No, I'd rather have options," Y/N retorted, ignoring the look her friends were giving her. "Besides, I only wear this in the common room or in bed. Lee, can I have your old gloves? I know you just bought some. Also, Fred, I took a beanie."

"Don't you have your own?" Lee asked as Fred lifted a thumbs up in acknowledgement.

"Yeah, but what if I want to switch it up?" she responded, grinning as the boy tossed her his old knitted gloves. "Thanks."

"You act as if you can't just buy your own clothes," Alicia laughed, laying upside down on Lee's bed. "Didn't your mom just offer to send you more winter clothes?"

"Yeah, but why bother? I have all these options right here," she smiled, gesturing to the trunks that she had taken the liberty of opening. She pulled out a gray hoodie that she had seen George wear a handful of times and held it up.

"That one's his favorite," Fred commented distractedly.

"Take it," George said, causing Fred to shake his head in amusement. Y/N practically beamed at the offer, making George smile. It was his favorite, but her reaction made the loss worth it.

Angelina and Alicia exchanged a look as Y/N subconsciously held the hoodie up to her nose. She buried her face in it and breathed it in, happy that there were trace scents of lavender and vanilla - it was comforting, to say the least.