raison d'être (george weasley x reader)

raison d'être (george weasley x reader)

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(george weasley x reader) raison d'être: (n) a reason for existing For the witches and wizards of Hogwarts, "spells" were those cast by wands crafted from ancient trees and magical creatures. For George Weasley, however, "spells" were the trances he'd enter any time Y/N L/N looked in his direction. <><><><><> Story Notes: • actual story starts in their 3rd year • (kind of) follows original plot • he fell first, she fell harder (but like lowkey he prob fell harder) A/N: In honor of everyone reminiscing over DracoTok and Fall 2020, I'm editing and completing an old drafted story.
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K.W Unfinished :) °•°•° PART 1 Started: 09/10/20 Finished: 03/12/20 PART 2 Started: 04/12/20 Finished: --/--/-- °•°•° Under the pink and orange hues of the sky he looked eathereal- somewhere between sinfully demonic and what could only be described as godly, he was heaven, hell and all that lies in-between. The split of the heavens, as it were. So beautifully broken right before my eyes, and all mine. "Do you mind?" He snapped, his expression marred. "What?'' I chuckled. He ran his hand through the halo of blond hair, I wanted to touch it again, to feel my hands grasp onto it as we gave into the feral hunger that periled inside of us. I knew he felt it too. Even after all these years everything about the man fascinated me and drowned my senses as though it were the very first time. "You know I hate being stared at." He grunted, tucking his hands into his grey pant pockets and continuing to stroll along the cobbled foot bridge. °•°•

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