Repaired: A George Weasley fanfic

[2] devastated

As soon as Samantha woke up she acknowledged her abnormal circumstances. After opening her eyes rather abruptly, she started to recognise the warm and cozy Gryffindor dorms.

The room had a circular form and was equipped with five beds, all draped with dark red linen. Silhouettes of sleeping boys were visible in two of them, sheets thrown off the third and the fourth. The fifth was inhibited by Sam herself. That was when she started to realize she was lying rather uncomfortably on top of a pair of jeans. Those jeans were none other than George Weasley's.

Her heart jumped and she started to feel a slight panic. With her eyes wide and as a nervous sensation spread over her body she started to go over how she ended up in the Gryffindor dorms, in George Weasley's bed, on his lap.

A sudden thought came up to her and she grabbed the sheets that were lingered over her as fast as she could. With a deep breath and a short blink she lifted them slightly upwards.

With a huge weight falling off her shoulders she discovered that she was still wearing exactly what she wore yesterday to the party. Nothing happened last night. She didn't sleep with her best friend, who she had known for almost six bloody years. Nonetheless, she was a tiny bit disappointed.

Had she wanted to sleep with him?

She couldn't give herself an answer and was temporarily put at ease by the fact that she didn't wake up naked on top of one of her best mates. That would have caused a lot more worry to Sam, especially with the others in the room.

She fluttered her eyelashes closed once more to enjoy laying there. She had hugged the tall redhead before and occasionally gotten close to him when playing quidditch during the summers at the burrow, but never had she fallen asleep in his lap.

When she started to relax and appreciate the moment, her mind started going over everything that happened last night.

She danced and laughed with her friends.

She drank a bit of fire whiskey.

She left the party after making eye contact with Malfoy and was found by George in the corridors.

They talked and he took her to his room.

She asked him to stay with her and laid her head in his lap.

Then it struck her. Just before she had wandered off to sleep she said something. Something that she regretted saying this very instant. Her eyes leaped back open and she inhaled sharply. The panic from before taking control over her body again as it sank in what she whispered to George that night.

Maybe he didn't hear her? Maybe she just dreamed of saying it rather than actually saying it out loud? It could be that she was just imagining it, right?

No. Sam already knew she wasn't imagining anything. All of it had happened.

She suddenly felt sick. How could she be so stupid? She never even admitted her true feelings towards George to Angelina, Hermione or Ella. Why would she ever confess them to the lad himself, especially in a stupid and utterly awkward setting like last night's.

George had sensed movement from the sleeping girl and lifted his eye-lids upwards to watch over the silhouette that hadn't moved since she installed her head in his lap. He had fallen asleep a while after Sam had basically told him to get a move on. He had spent the night thinking over her words again and again until he was certain of his next move.

He was going to confess his feelings to her today, when they visited Hogsmeade. He was going to admit he was in love with Sam and he had been the last couple of years.