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zoya-olenko · 4 months ago

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Mine to take

Pairing: George Weasley x f!reader

Summary: George is not happy when he sees you dancing with Cedric at the party

Wc: 3.4k+

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut, jealousy, mentions of alcohol, possessive behaviour, unprotected sex, oral, choking kink, cursing, fingering, creamp!e.

The warm glow of sunset danced across the sky, casting a gentle orange hue over the Hogwarts grounds. The sound of laughter and murmured conversations drifted from the gryffindor common room, mingling with the clinking of glasses and the soft strains of music. the party has just started and truth be told you are nervous to go inside, because you know you’ll see him, but at the same time you can’t wait to get drunk and get him out of your mind and maybe just maybe he will see you there, he has to because you look breathtaking in that beautiful red dress which happens to be his favorite colour.

You take a deep breath, pushing open a door to the Gryffindor common room. The warmth of the party embraces you, the air thick with the scent of every kind of alcohol. not even a second later you hear a laughter, loud and infectious, but heavenly. ‘fuck’ you turn to look at him. His gingers locks caught your eyes. george weasley. he is sitting on a couch, manspreading while holding a bottle of beer. On his side is his brother Fred, some of his friends and some students you don’t recognise. he is saying something and all of them are hanging onto his every word. he has that effect on people. he says something and everyone laughs. george also cracks a grin. 'god he is so handosme.’ as if hearing your thoughts he looks staright at you from across the room. His eyes meet yours, and the room seems to still for a moment. the corner of his mouth lifts up in a smirk. suddenly aware of everything around you, you quickly look away. you definitely need alcohol in your system. You have to get him out of your mind. as you are trying to get through everyone, someone taps on your shoulder.

“'hey pretty”

you recognise the voice. you turn to look at him

“hey Cedric, having fun?” you ask him, clearly happy to see him

“you know i am, but i can’t say the same about you, looks like you need a drink”

he laughs as he gives you his cup with a smile on his face.

“thanks” you say as you take a sip of whatever it is, probably a punch, a very bad punch.

“you know i was not expecting to get invited after all-“

Cedric is talking to you but you can’t pay enough attention to him, you can feel his eyes on you, so you look in his direction. George is looking right at you and Cedric. his eyebrows furrowed and his grin gone. he takes a sip of his beer. he almost looks angry, you think. Cedric's hand reaches out, gently touching your elbow, breaking your gaze from George.

“Come on, let's dance”

he suggests, a playful smile on his lips. You hesitate for a moment, feeling George's eyes on you. but you are here to have fun. the pulsating rhythm of the music and the warmth of Cedric's touch prove too enticing. You nod, letting him lead you to a dance floor. The music is vibrating through your body. Cedric pulls you close, his hands resting on your hips, his eyes locked onto yours. You move with him. Across the room, you see George standing up from a couch, his eyes burning into you, his jaw clenched. He takes a swig of his beer, his eyes never leaving you, suddenly you feel this excitment. you want to make him jealous. you want him to desire you. the possessives in his eyes makes you riled up. you want more. You feel a thrill run through you, a mix of excitement and defiance, as you continue to dance, losing yourself in the music.

George couldn't take it anymore. He watched as Cedric's hands roamed over your body, his eyes never leaving yours. He slammed his beer bottle down on the nearest table. his gaze was locked onto you. You bit your lip, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through you as you watched him stride towards you, his eyes ablaze with desire and jealousy. He grabbed your arm, pulling you away from Cedric with a force that sent a jolt of electricity through you. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, his grip firm yet gentle. He led you out of the common room.

“we need to talk” he says as he drags you to one of the towers, where the music doesn’t reach you two anymore. The castle was quiet, the party a distant hum.

“just stop already, what is your problem” you say angrily. He turned to face you, his chest heaving, his eyes filled with a primal hunger.

“do you like him?”

“Wha-?”

“you must like him a lot, after all you were all over him” he said, his voice a low rumble.

“who? cedric? what does that have to do with you?” Oh now you have done it. His chest was heaving, his eyes ablaze with a fierce intensity that made your heart pound in your chest.

“I can't stand seeing you with him” he admitted, his voice a low growl, laced with a jealousy that sent a thrill down your spine.

“What are you-“

“I can't stand the thought of anyone else touching you, laughing with you, being close to you. It drives me fucking mad”

He took a step closer, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lips. You felt a shiver run through you, his words sending a wave of heat crashing over you. You leaned into his touch, your eyes locked onto his.

“Oooh do you like me, George?” you smirked playfully.

George's thumb traced your bottom lip, his eyes following the movement, a hunger growing in his gaze.

“Like you?” he echoed, a smirk playing on his lips. “was i not clear enough, love?, Every time you're near, it's like my body is on fire. I can't think straight, can't focus on anything but you.”

His hand moved from your cheek, tracing down your neck, your collarbone, until it rested on your waist. You gasped, his words sending a jolt of desire straight to your core. your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. You wanted him, wanted him more than you have ever wanted anything in your life. George's eyes flicked between yours, the hunger in them perceptible. He leaned in, his breath hot on your lips.

“I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw you in this dress.”

His hand on your waist tightened, pulling you closer. You could feel his heart pounding against your chest, matching the rhythm of your own. His lips finally met yours, and it was like a spark igniting a wildfire. He kissed you with a fierce intensity, his lips demanding, his tongue exploring. You kissed him back with equal fervor, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. George's hands roamed your body, his touch urgent and possessive. He lifted you and your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively, as he pressed you against the cold stone wall of the tower. You could feel his hardness through his jeans, grinding against you, making you moan into his mouth. He growled, his lips moving to your neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks that you knew would be visible in the morning. You didn't care. You wanted him to mark you, to claim you. You arched your back, pushing your breasts against him, feeling the friction against your dress. He groaned, his hands moving to your thighs, squeezing them, his fingers digging into your soft flesh.

“Fuck, you taste so good”

he muttered, his voice ragged with desire. He moved one hand between your legs, and under your lace underwear. making you gasp and squirm.

“I need you, George”

you panted, your voice barely above a whisper. George's fingers found your wetness, stroking you with a skill that made your head spin. He slipped a finger inside you, then another, curling them in a way that had you gasping for breath.

“God, you're so fucking wet”

he growled, his eyes locked onto yours.

“I want to taste you love, I want to feel you come apart on my tongue”

He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping your thighs, pushing your dress up to your waist and your underwear down. He looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire, before leaning in and running his tongue along your slit. You moaned, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He groaned, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. He feasted on you, his tongue exploring every inch of you, his fingers still moving inside you. You could feel the tension building, your body coiling like a spring ready to snap.

“George, I'm close”

you panted, your voice barely above a whisper. He looked up at you, his eyes ablaze with hunger, and redoubled his efforts, sending you spiraling over the edge, your body convulsing with pleasure, your cries echoing through the empty tower. George's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched you come down from your high, your body still trembling with aftershocks. He stood up, his hands gripping your thighs, his lips glistening with your juices.

“Fuck, you're beautiful when you come” he said, his voice hoarse with desire. He leaned in, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips. You moaned, your hands pulling him closer, your body already yearning for more. He chuckled, breaking the kiss.

“Patience, love. We've got all night”

Smug bastard, you thought but still those words sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through you. You could feel the heat pooling between your legs, your body already aching for more of his touch. You could play this game. You reached out, your fingers tracing the hard lines of his chest, feeling the muscles tense under your touch. George's breath hitched, his eyes darkening as he watched your every movement.

“You're playing with fire, love”

he warned, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.

“I know” you replied, a playful smirk on your lips. “And I want to get burned” You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear.

“I want you, George. Right here, right now”

George's grip on your thighs tightened, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. He let out a low groan, his forehead resting against yours.

“Fuck, you're killing me”

he muttered, his voice ragged with desire. He reached between your legs, his fingers finding your wetness. You moaned, your body writhing against his touch, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. George's eyes locked onto yours, his expression fierce and intense.

“I'm going to make you come again, love. And this time, I'm going to be inside you when you do”

The castle was quiet, the only sound that could be heard was the soft rustle of your dress as George moved it up to your waist, and the harsh pants of your breath. He unbuckled his jeans, his hardness springing free, He guided himself to your entrance, his eyes locked onto yours, a silent question in them. You nodded, your breath hitching as you felt him push inside you, inch by inch, filling you completely. You gasped, your body stretching to accommodate him. George groaned, his eyes closing briefly as he savored the feeling of being inside you.

“Fuck, you feel amazing”

he muttered, his voice laced with desire. He began to move, his hips thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you. You moaned, your body moving in sync with his, your fingers digging into his shoulders. The sounds filled the empty tower, a symphony of desire and passion. George's grip on your thighs tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. His hands roamed your body, He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head, his eyes locked onto yours.

“I want everyone to hear you scream my name from the pleasure love. I want everyone to know you're mine”

He leaned down, his lips capturing yours once again. You kissed him back, your body arching into his, your wrists twisting in his grip, not to escape, but to feel more of him, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. George's grip on your wrists tightened, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more insistent. He was claiming you, marking you, making sure that every inch of your body would bear the evidence of his possession. You could feel the tension building inside you, your body coiling like a spring ready to snap. George's eyes were locked onto yours, his expression fierce and intense, his jaw clenched as he fought to maintain control.

“Come for me, love”

he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent a fresh wave of heat crashing over you.

“I want to feel you come apart on my cock”

His words pushed you over the edge, your body convulsing with pleasure, your cries echoing through the empty tower as you came. George's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. He let out a low groan, his body tensing as he came inside you, his fingers digging into your waist, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. his body slick with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He buried his face in your neck, his lips brushing against your skin,

“You're mine now, love. All mine”

He whispered, his voice hoarse. You could only nod, your body still trembling, your heart pounding in your chest, as you clung to him, knowing that you were his, completely and utterly. George's breath was still ragged as he pulled back to look at you, his eyes softening as he took in your flushed cheeks and disheveled hair.

“Come on, love” he said, his voice gentle yet firm, “let's get out of here before someone catches us”

your legs were wobbling slightly as you stood. He chuckled, pulling you into a hug.

“I've got you”

He led you out of the tower, his arm wrapped protectively around your waist, guiding you through the quiet castle corridors. The castle was a maze at night, but George navigated it with ease. George led you to his dormitory, the scent of his cologne lingered in the air. He closed the door behind him, locking it with a soft click. He turned to face you, his eyes burning with an intensity that made your heart race.

“I'm not done with you yet, love,”

he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent a fresh wave of heat crashing over you. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your lips.

“I want to explore every inch of your body, taste every part of you. I want to hear you scream my name again and again”

You bit your lip, a shiver of anticipation running through you.

“I thought you were tired”

you teased, your voice barely above a whisper. George chuckled, a low, seductive sound that made your insides clench.

“Tired? Love, I've barely even started.”

George leaned in, his lips capturing yours. He backed you up against his bed, his hands roaming your body. He unzipped your dress, letting it fall to the floor, leaving you standing in your lace underwear. He took a step back, his eyes raking over your body, a hunger growing in his gaze.

“Fuck, you're beautiful”

he muttered, his voice hoarse with desire. He reached out, his fingers tracing the lace edge of your bra, his touch sending electric shocks through you.

“I want to see you, all of you”

He unhooked your bra, letting it fall to the floor, his eyes darkening as he took in your naked breasts. He groaned, his hands reaching out to cup them, his thumbs brushing against your nipples, making you gasp. He leaned down, his lips capturing one nipple, sucking and biting, his hands squeezed your breasts, his touch driving you wild. You moaned, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer, your body tensed up with pleasure. George growled, his hands moved to your hips, his fingers hooking into your underwear, pulling it down. He looked down at you, his eyes ablaze with hunger, He guided you to the bed, his hands gentle yet firm, his eyes locked onto yours. George's eyes gleamed with a dark intensity as he pushed you onto the bed, He wrapped his hand around your throat, his thumb pressing lightly against your pulse point, his grip firm yet gentle. You could feel the blood rushing in your ears, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. You squirmed beneath him, your body arching. his eyes locked onto yours, a smirk playing on his lips. You could feel the heat pooling between your legs, your body responding to his touch, You let out a moan, George chuckled, his thumb tracing your bottom lip, his lips moving to your neck and leaving soft kisses on it. You let out a gasp. George's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, his body pressing down on yours, his hardness grinding against you, making you whimper. George's grip on your throat tightened slightly, his eyes gleaming with lust.

“I want to see you ride me, love”

he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent a fresh wave of heat crashing over you. Before you could respond, he flipped you over, his hands gripped your hips and lifting you effortlessly onto his lap. You gasped, your legs straddling his waist, your hands gripped his shoulders for support. George's hands guided you, positioning you above his hardness, his eyes locked onto yours, a silent question in them. You nodded, your breath hitching as you felt him push inside you. You moaned. your fingers digging into his shoulders. George's hands moved to your waist, his grip firm as he guided your movements, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Ride me, love”

he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire.

“I want to see you take what you want, what you need”

You began to move, your hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm, your body finding a natural pace that had you gasping for breath. George's hands roamed your body, his touch urgent and possessive, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. He leaned up, his lips capturing yours in a kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth, his groans mingling with your moans. George's grip on your waist tightened, his thrusts becoming more powerful, pushing you both closer to the edge. The tension building inside you was unlike anything you'd ever felt. George's eyes were locked onto yours, his expression intense.

“You are doing so good love”

that gave you confidence. You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear, your breath hot on his skin. George's grip on your waist tightened, his breath hitching as he felt your lips move down his neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses. He let out a low groan, his head tilting to give you better access, his body shuddering with pleasure. You smiled, your hands moved to his chest, your fingers traced the hard lines of his muscles, feeling them tense under your touch. your teeth grazing his skin, making him groan again.

“Fuck”

He moaned, his voice ragged with desire. George's breath hitched, his hips bucking beneath you. You could feel him swelling inside you, his body tensing as he neared his release. You moaned, your body responding to his, your own climax building with each thrust.

“Come with me, love” he growled, his voice a low rumble. His words pushed you over the edge, your cries echoing through the room He buried his face in your neck, as you both came together. his breath ragged, his body slick with sweat.

“stay with me tonight”

he said in a whisper. You leaned into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed, a soft smile playing on your lips. You snuggled into his embrace, your body relaxed, your eyes fluttering closed. The last thing you remember before sleep claimed you was the steady beat of his heart under your ear, and the soft kiss he pressed to your forehead.

A/N: hope you liked it, until next time 💋

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zoya-olenko · 4 months ago

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Frequent Flyer (pt.4)

Pairing: G.W x Healer! Reader Summary: After a romantic night in Hogsmeade, George walks Y/N back to the infirmary, their hands brushing as the tension between them grows, lingering in the air as they hesitate at the door. W/C: 3.4k A/N: thank you for the requests to continue this! Ill write the next part where the magic happens hehe [masterlist] Much Love, Saige

The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and the fresh, earthy smell of the grass beneath your feet. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow over everything it touched, and the stars sparkled as if they were in on a secret. You had never noticed how beautiful the grounds of Hogwarts were at night, not in this way. But tonight felt different. Tonight, the world seemed to slow down, and every step you took toward the Black Lake felt heavier, more significant.

You had taken your time getting ready, and now, as you walked through the quiet corridors, your heart was racing with every step. The night was supposed to be casual, just two people getting to know each other outside of the chaos of school and the constant buzz of your work in the infirmary. But that didn’t stop your mind from running in circles. What if it wasn’t what you expected? What if George wasn’t as carefree and charming as he seemed?

The thought made you stop for a moment, just outside the castle doors, your hand resting on the cool stone of the frame. You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. This wasn’t a medical situation. There were no spells to be cast, no injuries to tend to, no need for your professional distance. Tonight, you weren’t the healer. You were just you…and George was just George.

As you made your way down the path toward the lake, the sound of your shoes crunching on the gravel was the only noise in the otherwise silent night. Your eyes scanned the dark expanse ahead of you, the silhouette of the lake stretching out in the distance. The moonlight reflected off the water, making it shimmer like liquid silver.

And then, in the distance, you saw him. George.

He stood by the edge of the lake, hands in his pockets, his head tilted up as if taking in the night sky. The moment you spotted him, a wave of warmth flooded through you. He was exactly where he said he would be. And yet, seeing him there, waiting for you, made your stomach flip with a combination of excitement and nerves.

You hesitated for a moment, standing in the shadows of the trees, watching him. He looked different in the quiet of the night—less of the playful, troublemaking George you were used to, and more... vulnerable, perhaps? Or maybe it was just the setting. The soft glow of the moon illuminated his features, making his usual carefree grin look softer, more genuine. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

He turned, seemingly sensing your presence, and his eyes immediately locked with yours. A slow smile spread across his face, the kind that made your heart race, and he took a few steps toward you. His gaze softened as he watched you walk closer, as if taking in the way the moonlight made your hair glow and how you seemed to stand a little taller with each step.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice warm and welcoming.

“Hey,” you replied, your voice almost shy in comparison. You didn’t know if it was the setting or just the fact that this felt so much more intimate than you had anticipated, but everything suddenly felt different.

He chuckled lightly, stepping to the side to reveal the small spot he had prepared by the lake. A blanket was spread out on the grass, and a few candles flickered nearby, casting a soft glow on the ground. The scene was simple, but there was something so charming about it. Something that made your heart flutter again, this time with the unmistakable feeling that this was a moment to be remembered.

“I thought it’d be nice to get away from the crowds,” George said, a small shrug of his shoulders accompanying his words. “Somewhere a bit more… private.”

You smiled, feeling the tension in your body ease slightly as you stepped onto the blanket. “It’s perfect,” you said, sitting down carefully, smoothing the fabric of your dress beneath you.

George followed suit, sitting down beside you, but keeping a little space between you at first, as if still gauging the situation. The silence that followed was comfortable, though, not awkward. There was something natural about it, like the two of you had always belonged here together, under the stars.

“So,” George said, breaking the silence with a playful grin. “How’s life been treating you lately? I know you’ve been working pretty hard.”

You laughed softly, glancing at him. “You could say that again. Between my shift in the infirmary and everything going on with the students, it feels like there’s no end in sight.” You paused for a moment, then added, “But tonight’s different, right? It’s nice to have a little break.”

George nodded in agreement, his eyes twinkling with that familiar mischievousness. “I’m glad you agreed to come out with me. I know this isn’t exactly your typical evening, but I thought it might be nice to just, you know, enjoy some time away from the chaos. Just the two of us.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the thought. It was refreshing, truly, to be able to sit here and share a moment with him that wasn’t about healing or worrying about the next crisis. You both seemed to exist in this one bubble of time that was just yours.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, George turned his body slightly toward you, his tone shifting slightly more serious. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” he began, his voice softer now.

Your heart skipped a beat at the change in his tone. You hadn’t expected that. “What is it?”

He hesitated for a moment, as if carefully choosing his words. “How is it that you’ve always been so composed? You’ve got this confidence, this calmness about you, even in the craziest situations. I don’t think I could ever be like that.”

You blinked, taken aback by the sincerity in his words. It was rare for George to be this open, and it made your heart soften in response.

“I suppose I’ve had to be,” you replied thoughtfully, “After a while, you learn to keep it together, even when things get chaotic.”

George’s gaze lingered on you for a moment, his eyes searching yours as if trying to understand something deeper. Then, his smile returned, softer and more genuine. “Well, I think it’s pretty amazing.”

You smiled back, warmth spreading through you at his compliment. The stars above, the calm lake, the quiet of the night—it all felt like a perfect moment.

The evening air had warmed as spring made its presence known, a gentle breeze lifting the scent of blossoms from the trees. You stood, taking a final glance at the Black Lake as the moonlight reflected off the water, before George offered you his arm with a playful grin.

“Shall we?” he asked, his tone light but carrying a hint of excitement. You took it without hesitation, your fingers lightly brushing against his, sending a tiny spark of electricity through your body.

As you walked side by side, the soft sounds of the night—distant chirps of owls and the rustle of the leaves—filled the air. The path you were following wound gently through the grounds, leading toward Hogsmeade. The closer you got, the more vibrant the village seemed, the warm glow of lanterns flickering from every corner, casting a golden hue on the cobblestone streets. It looked like something straight out of a storybook, with the cozy cottages, quaint little shops, and the occasional owl swooping by, delivering letters.

"Wow, this place looks incredible tonight," you whispered, your eyes sweeping across the picturesque scene.

George nodded, his smile soft as he glanced over at you. “It’s always a bit magical here, especially when it’s this quiet.” His voice was hushed, like he didn’t want to disturb the serenity of the moment. “I thought you might like it. A little calm after a very hectic few weeks, right?”

You nodded in agreement. There was something so peaceful about Hogsmeade on this warm spring night. The busy crowds had thinned, leaving the streets almost empty except for the occasional couple strolling by. A sense of intimacy hung in the air, the soft murmurs of distant conversations blending with the gentle sounds of the village settling in for the night.

The shops had closed, but the village was far from asleep. The windows of the Three Broomsticks glowed warmly, casting light out into the street, and a faint hum of laughter could be heard from the windows above. As you continued to walk, you noticed the faint scent of butterbeer drifting from the pub, mixing with the floral notes from the gardens of nearby houses.

“It’s really nice out here,” you said, your words almost a sigh as you breathed in the spring air, feeling it fill your lungs and calm the fluttering in your chest. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so at ease. The only sounds you could hear now were the soft crunch of your footsteps on the gravel and George’s occasional, easy chuckle beside you.

“It is,” George agreed, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “I’m glad you’re here. Honestly, I wasn’t sure you’d agree to come out with me after all that mess at the hospital wing. You know, with the shoulder and everything.”

You smiled, the soft glow from a nearby lantern lighting up your features. “It wasn’t as bad as you make it sound. Besides, I think it worked out in the end.”

George turned fully to face you, a playful glint in his eyes. “You sure? I swear, when I first woke up and saw you standing there, all professional and calm, I thought I’d never recover.” His voice softened slightly, teasing but with an undercurrent of sincerity.

Your heart warmed at the thought. “Well, you certainly made it easy to do my job,” you said with a small laugh, meeting his gaze. The easy banter, the way the air felt comfortable around the two of you—it was different than anything you’d experienced in a long time. You felt your tension slowly slip away, replaced by the warmth of the evening and the quiet connection between you.

As you continued walking toward the village, the lights of Hogsmeade grew brighter, casting a soft golden glow across the street. You passed by a small flower shop, the scent of lavender and roses spilling out into the air. George stopped momentarily to look at a basket of flowers sitting just outside the door. He picked up a single rose, its petals a soft blush pink, and turned to you, holding it out with a sheepish smile.

“For you,” he said, his voice quieter now, the playfulness replaced by something more sincere.

You took the rose from him, the soft petals brushing against your fingers. “George,” you said, your voice tinged with surprise, “this is… sweet. Thank you.”

“I thought it seemed appropriate for a beautiful evening,” he said, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The air felt heavier, but in the best way. The streetlights cast a soft, romantic glow over the two of you, and the village around you seemed to fade into the background as you stood there, just taking in the moment.

“Well,” George began, his voice low and a little hesitant now, “I’m glad I got to share it with you. After all, it’s not every day I get to walk around with someone as incredible as you.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his words, a soft smile pulling at your lips. “You’re just saying that,” you teased, though there was no hiding the flutter in your chest.

“I mean it,” he said, his gaze holding yours. He stepped a little closer, closing the distance between you. “You make everything feel... more magical, if that’s even possible.”

The warmth of his words lingered in the air, wrapping around you like the gentle spring breeze. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this way—comfortable, yet excited, calm, yet with a spark of something new. As the two of you stood there, the world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the glow of the lanterns and the shared quiet moment beneath the stars.

—————

As the night stretched on, you and George slowly made your way back from Hogsmeade, the warm spring air wrapping around you both like a comforting embrace. The village behind you faded into a soft glow, lanterns flickering in the distance, while the path ahead was lit only by the moon and scattered fireflies drifting lazily through the night.

You exhaled contentedly, the scent of blooming flowers still lingering from the evening. “You know,” you mused, glancing at George with a teasing glint in your eyes, “that was probably one of the most romantic things I’ve ever experienced.”

George, who had been walking with his hands shoved into his pockets, shot you a sideways look, his brows raised. “Oh yeah?” he drawled, smirking.

“Mhm.” You nodded, keeping your tone playful. “A warm evening, candlelit windows, the soft glow of the streetlamps... and then, of course, you giving me a rose under the moonlight.” You let your voice go dreamy, your lashes fluttering dramatically. “It’s like something straight out of a fairytale.”

George chuckled, but you caught the way his ears tinged pink. “You make it sound like I planned it all that way,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, of course. You did, didn’t you?” You nudged him lightly with your shoulder. “I mean, you’re George Weasley. A master of mischief, but also, apparently, a master of romance.”

He snorted, shaking his head. “I dunno if ‘master’ is the right word for it,” he admitted. “But I won’t lie... I did hope you’d think it was nice.” His voice softened at the end, as if he wasn’t sure whether to say it aloud.

Your heart gave a little flutter at his honesty. You turned your head to look at him properly, taking in the way the moonlight cast soft shadows across his face. “I did,” you said sincerely. “Really, George. It was... unexpected, but in the best way.”

His smirk returned, a little bolder this time. “Unexpected, huh? What, did you think I was incapable of charm?”

You hummed in consideration, pretending to give it thought. “I knew you were charming... but I thought it was mostly used for troublemaking.”

George let out a dramatic gasp. “I’ll have you know, I am full of many surprises.”

“Oh, I believe that.” Your voice was light, but your fingers—almost unconsciously—brushed against his as you walked side by side. The contact was brief, barely more than a whisper of touch, but it sent a spark up your arm.

You didn’t move away. Neither did he.

Instead, your hands continued to graze, the touch lingering longer each time, as if neither of you quite wanted to break the moment. Your skin tingled with the awareness of how close you were, your pinky curling slightly around his for the briefest second before slipping away.

George inhaled sharply, clearing his throat. “Careful there,” he teased, his voice a little lower now. “Keep that up and I might start thinking you actually like me.”

You turned your head, a sly smile curving your lips. “Oh? And what if I do?”

He faltered for just a second—barely noticeable, but you caught it. His usual confidence was there, but beneath it was something quieter, more vulnerable. The playful glint in his eyes didn’t fade, but you could tell he was waiting for your answer.

You leaned in just slightly, enough for your shoulder to brush against his again. “Would that be so bad?”

For the first time, George Weasley was speechless.

His lips parted, but no words came out immediately. You could see his mind working, trying to decide if he should make another joke, play it off, or take the moment for what it was.

After a second, he exhaled a small laugh, shaking his head. “Not bad at all,” he finally said, voice quiet but sure. “Not bad in the slightest.”

You smiled, warmth spreading through you. Neither of you said anything more as you continued walking, but your fingers brushed again, and this time, neither of you pulled away.

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The castle loomed ahead, its towering silhouette softened by the golden glow of the torches flickering in the corridors. The warmth of the night still clung to the air, but as you and George stepped through the grand entrance, a quiet stillness settled over you both. The usual bustle of students had faded, leaving only the distant echoes of footsteps and the soft hum of the castle at rest.

George walked beside you, his hands still stuffed into his pockets, his stride just a touch slower than usual—like he was drawing out every last second of the night. You could feel the shift in the air between you, an unspoken awareness simmering beneath the surface. Every stolen glance, every brush of your hands on the walk back, had built up to this moment, thick with something unspoken.

When you reached the infirmary doors, you hesitated, turning to face him. The torchlight cast a warm glow on his face, flickering in his eyes as he looked down at you.

“Well,” you said, your voice softer than you intended, “this is me.”

George let out a slow exhale, rocking back on his heels. “Yeah,” he murmured, eyes flickering to the closed door behind you before settling back on you. “Guess it is.”

A pause stretched between you, neither of you moving. The usual easy banter had faded, replaced by something heavier, something you both could feel pressing against your ribs.

You tilted your head slightly, watching him closely. “You’re being awfully quiet, Weasley.”

George huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “I know,” he admitted, his voice lower now. “Just… trying to figure out if I should say goodnight or do something else incredibly stupid.”

Your heart stuttered at his words, your fingers twitching at your sides. You swallowed, stepping just the slightest bit closer. “Define ‘incredibly stupid,’” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

George’s gaze flickered down to your lips, just for a second, before meeting your eyes again. The heat in his stare sent a shiver down your spine.

“Well,” he said slowly, his voice husky with something between hesitation and certainty, “I was thinking of kissing you.”

The words hung between you, heavy and electric. Your breath caught in your throat, your skin buzzing with the weight of the moment.

You could say something—make a joke, tease him like you had all night—but instead, you simply tilted your chin up, just slightly, your silent answer clear.

George hesitated for only a second before stepping in, his hand lifting like he might cup your jaw, but at the last second, he seemed to change his mind. Instead, he leaned in slowly, giving you a chance to pull away, to stop this before it happened.

You didn’t.

And when his lips finally met yours, it was soft, slow—almost hesitant at first, like he was memorizing the way you felt against him. But as you pressed in, your fingers curling into the fabric of his sleeve, the hesitation melted away. His other hand came to rest on your waist, the warmth of his touch grounding you as he pulled you just a little closer.

The castle was silent around you, the world narrowing down to nothing but the press of his lips and the steady hammering of your heart.

When you finally pulled back, George let out a breathless chuckle, his forehead still resting lightly against yours. “Bloody hell,” he muttered.

You smiled, your own breath uneven. “So… stupid or worth it?”

He grinned, his thumb brushing idly against your hip. “Definitely worth it.”

You laughed softly, taking a small step back, though his fingers lingered on your waist for just a moment longer before he finally let go.

“Goodnight, George,” you said, your voice carrying just a hint of amusement.

He exhaled, shaking his head as he took a step back as well. “Yeah… goodnight.”

With one last lingering look, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing at the infirmary door with your heart racing, your lips still tingling from the kiss, and the undeniable realization that this was only the beginning.

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