raison d'être (george weasley x reader)

7.9

The girls had been minding their business, each carrying a small stack of books as they made their way out of the library for the weekend. They had wrapped up their final class of the week earlier that evening and were on their way to dinner when Lee came sprinting towards them.

"Need to borrow Y/N," he exclaimed, skidding to a stop in front of them. He reached for her hand and immediately started tugging her towards the left, leaving Angelina and Alicia momentarily stunned before the girls chased after them.

"What- Where are we going?" Y/N asked, struggling to keep her textbooks upright in her arm as Lee practically forced her to start running. "Lee! I'm going to drop my stuff!"

"No time for questions," he said, not even sparing the girls a glance. "We need to get there before they get caught."

"What on earth have they done now?" Angelina groaned, hiking up her robes to keep up with him.

Together, the four wizard and witches weaved through the halls, barely avoiding tripping every time they turned a corner. Lee kept a tight grip on Y/N's hand the entire time, knowing that they only had so much time before someone discovered the twins' makeshift laboratory.

It was only when they neared one of the furthest corners of the castle that the girls recognized their location. Y/N looked back at Angelina and Alicia with an exasperated expression and let out a sigh.

"Hurry, before Snape realizes he's missing a bunch of stuff," Lee urged, pushing Y/N towards the girls' bathroom — otherwise known as Moaning Myrtle's main residence.

"You have got to be kidding me," Y/N grumbled. She shook her head, tossing her hair out of her face, and readjusted her grip on her books before pushing the door in to the abandoned bathroom.

As soon as she entered the space, she was hit with a whiff of cinnamon, lavender, and gunpowder. The smell itself was familiar, so she knew George had to be nearby, though she was stunned by the strength of the scent.

"What the hell? George, why do you reek?" she asked, scrunching her nose at the sensory overload her nose was going through.

Fred laughed from beside an old, rusted cauldron and elbowed George with a smirk.

"So, we did brew it correctly," Fred commented.

"I could've told you that," George retorted, having been plagued by the smell of Y/N's body wash and perfume for the almost twenty minutes the two had been standing there.

Y/N frowned and walked over to the cauldron, brows furrowing momentarily before her eyes widened in recognition. She whipped her head back to glare at Lee, then shoved her books into George's arms.

"You actually made it?" she asked in bewilderment, slowly beginning to circle the cauldron that was bubbling with the familiar pearlescent sheen of amortentia. Her nose scrunched as the smell of George continued to waft around her. "How did you manage that?"

"Don't sound so surprised," Fred said, though he had a proud grin on his face. "We're not that hopeless."

Y/N gave him a look. "You tried to swallow a bezoar the other day for fun."

"Aren't they good remedies?" he retorted.

George shouldered his brother and took a step closer to Y/N, asking, "So? Did we do it right?"

She shifted her stare to her boyfriend, who waited patiently for her approval. With her eyes still locked on his, she dipped a finger into the potion — George lurched to stop her — and held it up to her nose.

"I don't think you should be doing that," he said, holding a hand up in case she brought it too close to her mouth.

"It smells right and looks right," she commented, only breaking eye contact to look at the potion. She reached for the nearby ladle and scooped the liquid to test the consistency. "Thin enough too... Yeah, I guess you did brew it right."