~'Spell' out love ~ George Weasley X Reader

- Lavander Brown -

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Today held the big match and Ron was a part of the game today playing as the keeper.

The air was cold and the players were rocking it hard on the field, tossing and throwing the ball at all cost to gain goals for their teams.

Ron was killing it out there! He swiftly looped on his broomstick and smacked any incoming goals out of sight with little effort in need.

Everyone screamed Ron's name which only encouraged him more throughout the game.

Hermione clapped while smirking over at the boy. Is there something I don't know or should know...?

"Mione. When exactly did Ron become great at Quidditch?" I asked her.

"Funny you ask. I was thinking the same thing." She replied while glancing over at Harry who flew past on his broom, dodging any players from Slytherin who tried to knock him off as a way of cheating.

"It's so freaking cold!" I screeched out to Mione as she laughed hysterically at me.

Slytherin as usual was playing dirty and attempted to score through another time only for Ron to come forward and immediately strike the ball out and away.

Ron was loving the attention.

"Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!" Everyone chanted to the redhead as he fist-pumped the air victoriously.

Hermione continued to clap for him but her gaze betrayed her.

'She defiantly knows something I don't.' I said to myself.

Back in the Gryffindor common room, everyone screamed Ron's name and congratulated him for the amazing match he did.

I stood next to Mione, watching as she gave Harry a disapproving look. Harry ignored her though and continued smiling over at his red-haired friend proudly.

"You shouldn't have done it," Mione stated to Harry.

"I know. I suppose I should have whispered a spell under my breath for him instead." Harry pointed out smugly, looking back at the dumbfounded blonde.

"That was different. That was at tryouts." Hermione argued while looking away in embarrassment.

"What're yous talking about!" I exclaimed from behind him, making their attention face me.

"Remember when you asked me how Ron all of a sudden became great at Quidditch?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah?" I said.

"He didn't get better over a nights practice. Harry gave him his liquid luck." Hermione pointed to him, making my eyes widen to her words.

"Harry!" I yelled, harshly slapping him across his arm.

"Ow! What was that for?!" He exclaimed in pain.

"What idiot would waste that on something like this?" I interrogate him, grabbing a hold of his shoulders in the process.

Harry out of shock, brought out the small vile of the clear substance still inside, making Hermione's jaw drop.

"You didn't put it in." Hermione pointed in disbelief as Harry nodded in response.

"He only thought you did," Hermione said while looking over at Ron in astonishment.

Suddenly a girl named Lavander jumped up onto the table that Ron stood on and pulled him in for a kiss. Ron placed his arms around her waist and kissed her back and I could already tell where things were going. Hermione's face dropped in shock and she soon left when it became too much for her.

Harry grins widely at his best friend and turned to look at Hermione, but noticed that she was no longer there.

I ran out to catch up with her, hearing faint sobbing coming from the lower part of the stairs just outside the room.

I walked down the steps and saw her sitting on the last three. I looked down at her with sorrow and took a place next to her. She immediately buried her head into my shoulder and continued to cry.

I tried comforting her by rubbing small circles into her back. Slowly, she began to calm down enough to catch her breath and talk.

"I understand why girls like Ron but...Why her." she sniffled.

"I don't know, Mione. But what I do know is no one can help who they like. Remember, this is his loss, not yours." I said while moving my head to look at her.

I could feel her nodding her head before lifting her hand to wipe away the few stay tears that stained her cheeks.

I down at her before hearing soft, approaching footsteps.

Hermione started charming up little paper birds into the air to distract her from the recent events that occurred moments ago.

When the footsteps came closer to us we both turned to look and see it was Harry.

"Just practising," Hermione stated to him as he continued down the steps so that he sat just above us.

"Well, they're really good." Harry praised her while admiring them. 

I cleared my throat to remind Harry of why he was here.

"How does it feel Harry. When you see Dean with Ginny." Hermione asked. He began to stutter from the sudden question.

"I know. I see the way you look at her. You're my best friend." Hermione added.

"Not to mention how you randomly stood up in front of everyone invited to Slughorn's dinner party when Ginny arrived." I pointed out.

"Yeah. Thanks for reminding me." Harry said sarcastically before hearing a high pitched giggle coming from down the hall along with rapid footsteps to where we sat.

The two people we purposely went away from decided to show up in each other's arms, all loved up and giggling. Lavender spots us all and froze.

"Oops~," she says while looking down at us, me looking back at her with disgust.

"I think this room taken~" Lavender points out, grabbing ahold of Ron again to leave.

I abruptly stood up in annoyance.

"Well spotted Sherlock, now fuck off," I growled. Mione pulled me back by my sleeve to stop me as I did come off too harsh.

"Rude." Lavender scoffed before skipping off leaving Ron behind. He looked up after noticing the paper birds flying around above our heads.

"What's with the birds?" Ron asked, intrigued by them. Hermione stood up, glaring at him with rage.

"Ripocno," Hermione said, making the swarm of paper birds fly straight for Ron and crash into the nearest wall where Ron ducked down just in time.

Ron glanced back at Mione with fear before leaving us to catch up with Lavander.

This time, Harry took a turn in comforting her when she began to cry again. Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry and sobbed into his shoulder.

He looked up at me and we both gave the same look. We felt terrible for her and more importantly, I was fuming towards that lassie for what she did.

Harry spoke up after a while passed.

"It feels like this." He said making me sit down next to him and pat his back as Hermione continued to cry into his shoulder.

Hopefully, everyone has cheered up by Christmas break.