raison d'être (george weasley x reader)

6.8

Trumpets blared across what used to be the quidditch pitch as the schools waited for the first trial to start. Given the extra numbers, the students were much more packed than they were used to, leaving little room in between for movement.

"Bets, place your bets!" Fred shouted.

"Bets taken, bets taken here!" George added.

"Step up folks. Who fancies a flutter in today's bloodbath?" Fred asked, leading himself and George through the crowd of cheering people.

"Smart money's on Krum to survive," George said, carrying a box on his front. "Any bets?"

Y/N, Angelina, Alicia, and Lee all stood at the front of one of the many boxes surrounding the field. They had taken over Y/N and Lee's usual spot during games, where Lee did his announcements — it was one of the clearest views they could get.

With her arms crossed atop the railing, Y/N leaned forward, eyeing the dragons warily. She had learned of the first task earlier that week when Hermione had approached her in the common room seeking advice on battling dragons. The question had caught her off-guard, but she did her best to answer.

Now, she was scanning the ground, pausing momentarily on a familiar head of red hair that was currently wrangling a Chinese Fireball. An observatory sigh slipped out of her as she took a deep breath.

"Of course. It would be Charlie's dragons," she mused.

"Charlie? Charlie Weasley?" Lee asked, leaning over the railing to search for the man. "Oh, it really is him!"

"Maybe you'll finally have a day where you aren't thinking of George then," Angelina teased. "Your first love is here."

Y/N swat a hand at Angelina, causing her to laugh.

"Your attention please," Dumbledore said, using a spell to amplify his voice across the field. "This is a great day for all of us.

One of the caged dragons let out a thunderous roar, causing the nearby stands to shake. There were panicked murmurs that swept the space, only stopping as a team of caretakers moved to soothe the creature.

"Each of the three tasks involves very considerable danger," Dumbledore continued. "Please keep your seats at all times. This will minimize any risks you may be exposed to."

While Dumbledore explained the rules and goals of the first task to the stadium, Fred and George shuffled their way up to the front to join their friends. They ended up situating themselves behind the girls since there wasn't enough room to be against the bar. Luckily, their height made it so that this wasn't an issue.

"Where were you?" Y/N asked, tilting her head back to look straight up at George.

"Bets," he answered with a grin, deciding in that moment that he quite liked looking down at her in this manner.

"So, who are you betting on?" Y/N asked, turning slightly so that she didn't have to hold her head in that position.

"Krum and Harry, of course," he answered.

Their staring was soon disrupted by the sound of a horn, indicating that the first champion would be coming out to face their dragon. All eyes moved to the center of the field, where a team of wizards brought out a dragon with silvery-blue scales.

"It's a Swedish Short-Snout," Y/N said, already growing anxious. "They're really agile and if you get caught in their flames, you're as good as dead."

Lee grimaced from beside her, watching as Cedric came out of the champions' tent. "Hope Diggory's got a plan."