raison d'être (george weasley x reader)

6.2

"Y/N, wake up."

The h/c stirred awake, squinting her eyes against the dark to try and make out the figure standing above her. She rubbed at her eyes, tiredly pushing herself up into a seated position, and glanced at the clock sitting on Ginny's bedside table.

"Morning, Hermione," she mumbled, voice scratchy from sleep.

"Morning," Hermione replied, sounding much too awake and cheerful for having woken up at 3 A.M. "Molly's prepared some light breakfast: toast and pastries. Everyone, aside from Ron and Harry, are awake."

Y/N nodded and slowly slipped out of bed, allowing Hermione to run back downstairs to wake the two other fourth years. Y/N fumbled around in the dark momentarily, stopped by the bathroom to wash up, and practically waddled down the stairs - sleep still weighing her body down.

Once she reached the first floor, her eyes had to take a moment to adjust to the light before she could make her way to the kitchen, where the rest of the Weasleys were gathered. George waved her over and set a plate of toast, eggs, and bacon in front of her.

She muttered a quiet "thank you" and took a bite of the toast before turning to drop her forehead on his shoulder. It had become habit at this point, an act that the Weasley children no longer batted an eye at, but Molly and Arthur exchanged smug looks. Beside them, Bill slipped Charlie a galleon.

"You've got to eat or else you're going to be cranky," Fred said. He set a cup of water in front of her and took the seat on the other side of George. "It is too early to deal with angry Y/N."

She had half the mind to chuck something at him, but George stopped her with a hand on her head. "Don't mind him," he said. "But, you really should eat something."

She pushed herself up and slowly ate her breakfast, moving at a snail's pace. Luckily, she had gotten up with just enough time to do so, so she wasn't worried about delaying the group.

They all carried their rucksacks and trekked through the forest by the Burrow. Y/N walked with her arms linked with Hermione and Ginny, both for warmth and to ensure that they stayed at a steady pace.

They had been walking for some time when Harry turned to Ron to ask, "Ron, where are we actually going?"

"Don't know," he shrugged before turning back to the front. "Hey, dad! Where are we going?"

"Haven't the foggiest!" Arthur answered. "Keep up!"

Y/N caught Fred and George's eyes and shrugged.

What felt like an hour passed before the trees began to thin out. There was still a good amount of greenery surrounding them, but they no longer had to dodge twigs and branches every few seconds.

"Arthur!" a voice called out. "It's about time, son."

"Sorry, Amos," Arthur apologized, waving at an older looking man with glasses. "Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start."

Arthur looked pointedly in Ron's direction, but he was only met with a big yawn.

"This is Amos Diggory, everyone," Arthur introduced, ignoring Ron's still-sleepy state. "Works with me at the Ministry."

As if on cue, a boy dropped down from the tree above them and landed right beside Amos. He gave Arthur a nod and a polite smile, receiving his hand in a firm shake

"This strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?" he asked.

"Yes, sir," Cedric responded. The boy, who the children knew to be Hufflepuff's seeker, flashed Y/N a smile. "L/N."

"You can call me Y/N, Cedric," she said, looking amused. "Do you usually fall from trees?"

"Only if the occasion calls for it," he said with a playful smirk. "Anyways, it's this way."