raison d'être (george weasley x reader)

7.7

The morning was quiet — too quiet.

Y/N sat up from the rumpled pile of sheets that made up George's bed. She rubbed her eyes tiredly as she peered around the room, finding that all three boys were gone and all of their beds were left in a disarray.

She had been spending a lot of nights in the boys' dormitory, finding she slept better with George. She still had nightmares of that night, but they were always easier to manager with him — it helped that he woke up every time she showed signs of distress in her sleep, meaning he was always ready to lull her back once she woke.

Considering how often she spent here, she had yet to wake up to an empty room. Usually, she was either the first to wake or George would slowly wake her to ensure she wasn't alone in the mornings.

With a slight frown, she looked over at the clock ticking on his bedside table, reading the time: 6:15 AM.

Confusion filled her as she once again swept her eyes across the room. Not only was it early, but it was also a weekend — the combination made it extremely odd for the boys to be out.

Knowing she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, she slowly slipped out of bed. She took a moment to smooth out the sheets to the best of her ability before rummaging through George's trunk for a sweater and pair of socks. She only planned to go back to her room, not yet wanting to start her day, but she'd rather shield herself from the morning chill than deal with it for the few minutes it took to get to the girls' dormitory.

As soon as she was finished pulled the socks on, she paused, hearing quiet whispering in the hallway. Her frown returned as the doorknob shook, arms folding across her chest when it opened to reveal the boys.

"Quiet, I don't want to wake-"

"Bit too late for that, Georgie," Fred cut him off, having spotted Y/N first. "Morning."

Y/N eyed the trio, making note of the way the tips of their sleeves seemed to have been singed. She also noticed a bit of ash on Lee's cheek.

"I don't want to know," she sighed, deciding it was too early to ask where they'd been.

She grabbed her wand from off the bed and started walking, still intending to follow through on her original plan.

"Where are you going?" George asked, smile dropping slightly as he realized she was leaving.

"My room," she answered, pausing to wipe the ash off of Lee's face. She then pinched at part of Fred's sleeve, trying to see if the fabric had been completely burned or not. "Fireworks?"

"Maybe," Lee shrugged with a grin.

"You don't have to leave," George said. He had been looking forward to getting back in bed with her after their late night, or early morning, antics.

"Well, I want to get in a few more hours of sleep before the Hogsmeade trip," Y/N said, giving up on Fred's sleeve to look at George. "And I should probably spend some time in my room."

"No, you shouldn't," he protested quietly as Fred and Lee walked past them. "What's wrong with here?"

"Nothing," she replied with a small laugh. "I just want to sleep in my bed for a bit."

He frowned and looked at her intently.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked suddenly, causing her to laugh a bit louder.

"No, I'm not mad at you," she answered. She reached up to pull his head down to meet hers and kissed him lightly. "I'll see you in three hours — maybe four."

She then patted his cheek and turned to retreat back to her room for the next few hours, leaving George standing in the doorway. He waited for the sounds of her footsteps to die out completely before sighing and shutting the door softly.