~'Spell' out love ~ George Weasley X Reader

- Butterbeer -

I couldn't believe what happened at the burrow during the winter break. Every thought that passed my mind would always bring me back to that awful night. I was up in my dorm room, looking out the window with tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

How could people be so cruel? What if one of the Weasleys got hurt? Or worse. Died!

It's bad enough they're having to find a new home. Why did the Deathesters have to attack them home and more importantly, why on Christmas?!

My mind wandered carelessly as I sobbed to myself. The door went and Hermione walked in.

"Y/n? You've been here all day, I've been worried si-" she stopped when she saw the tears streaming down my face and rushed over to comfort me.

She genitally rocked side to side, not caring about the wet patch I had made on her shoulder.

"Are you still upset about what happened at the burrow?" She asked looking down at me as I nod with a small sniffle.

"It wasn't your fault," She sighs.

"I know it wasn't my fault, Mione. That's not the problem. The problem is THEM! the fucking death eaters that started this whole thing. What did they ever do to them? THE WEASLEYS DON'T FUCKING DESERVE THIS!" I cried. Hermione once again rocked me side to side to calm me down.

"Your 100% right, they didn't deserve this, but they have been given another home!" Mione said while rubbing my shoulder lightly. All I could do was sit there silently and stare out at nothing.

I heard Hermione huff and watched as she looked off in thought.

"Me, Harry and Ron are going out for a butterbeer. Want to come?" She asks, hoping I would just say yes. I looked up at her.

The sound of a butterbeer could do me a lot of good right now. The perfect thing to help take my mind off things.

I got up from the floor and dusted myself off, including wiping the remains of my tears away.

"I'll get some clothes,"

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We entered The Three Broomsticks and sat down at a table for four. We set down all our belongings and waited for someone to take our order. As we waited patiently for someone, Ron noticed his sister sitting with her supposable boyfriend, Dean Thomas.

Ron glared over at the two making Harry do the same. I looked back as well out of curiosity and laughed.

"Ha, young love," I smile earning a slap from Hermione.

"Stop staring," she scolds, making me slouch down in my chair.

"What? You wanted me to come out," I huff.

"Not to spy on Ron's sister. Besides they aren't doing anything wrong. All they are doing is hugging-" she holts when the two began to kiss.

"- and snogging..." she trails off.

"I'd like to leave," Ron said, beginning to get up, but both I and Mione stopped him.

"What are you doing?"

"That happens to be my sister." He scoffed.

"So. If it was me sitting there snogging someone, would you just expect to get up and leave?" Hermione laughed.

The redhead fell silent and looked off.