What Have We Done? {George Weasley x Reader}

What Have We Done? (George Weasley x Reader) - Part Two

Summary: When George and (Y/N) come face-to-face for the first time since the kiss, will either one be able to admit what they really feel?

Warnings: angst + one Stepbrothers reference.

Wordcount: 2.4k

You picked up the glass of water that Hermione put in front of you, giving her one last sharp look before you raised it, taking one large gulp of the freezing cold liquid. A sharp, frigid ache shot across the front of your already aching forehead, spreading as the temperature of the water set in. "Ow!" You gasped, putting the glass of water down. "That just made it worse!"

"The more of it you drink, the better it'll get," she said. "It'll teach you a lesson about getting drunk."

"I think ruining my friendship with my best friend was a lesson enough." You sneered, giving her one last look before turning back to your plain bit of buttered toast. "Look, I'm not even that hungry."

"Do you want to get over your hangover or not?" Hermione said, flicking another page of her transfiguration book. It was as if she had a book with her wherever she went, trying to make the best of any little time she could get to study.

You looked around the Great Hall. Gryffindor was the emptiest table by far, the events of last night taking their toll on not only you, it seemed. You could see Dean Thomas sitting a few feet along the same bench as you, moving his spoon around pointlessly in his cereal. He looked up and flashed you a half-smile before looking back down at his cereal again. You wondered if he was able to remember the Elton John incident from last night either.

"Have you noticed how bright it is in here?" You asked, the early morning light beaming in through the windows. Hermione looked up from her book with an eyebrow raised.

"Another symptom of the infamous hangover," was all she said. You saw her eyes dart to the opened door of the Great hall and the smartass expression on her face fall. "(Y/N), George is coming."

It was your heart that responded to her words first. It felt as if it slowed down at first, before speeding up to much above its regular speed. Your eyes darted to where you could see the tall, lanky ginger making his way over. You saw Hermione close her book and get up out of her seat.

"What are you doing?" You asked. If she left, you knew what would happen next. George Weasley would make his way over, sit in her spot and start talking about what had happened just last night.

"I'm going, (Y/N)." She stated. "You and George need to talk this out and we both know that me being here is not going to help that."

"That's why I want you to stay!" You said. George was getting closer and closer and Hermione was still packing up.

"Be mature, (Y/N)! You're never going to give yourself a chance for this to work out." She said as she swung her jean bag over her shoulder. "Find me when you're done, okay? I want to know how it goes."

"Hermione!" You called as she walked away. You tried to keep your voice low, in case George heard you. "Hermione, get back here right now!"

She didn't even look back as she walked away. Not that she went far anyway, just to the Ravenclaw table to sit down next to Luna Lovegood. You sighed, putting your head in your hands and muttered a quiet curse against her under your breath.

"Head sore?" George asked as you looked up at him. He had a soft smirk on his face that would normally make you smile as soon as you saw it. This time, however, you couldn't bring yourself to do so much as raise the corner of your lips when you looked up at his face. All you could see was the kiss from last night every time his brown eyes met yours. "I'm not surprised after the night you had last night."