Silent Whispers -George Weasley Fanfiction-

4. Backflips with Butterflies

Rose woke up – having no idea what time it is. Only thing she was sure about was that the sun was shining through the curtains and it was blinding her terribly. She peeked to the room and realised she was still in the hospital wing – someway she had forgotten completely that she crashed during quidditch. Rose turns her head on her left side and sees George still asleep like an angel, looking so well relaxed and – happy?

Someone had brought  lovely flowers, her broom, chocolate frogs and balloons to her nightstand. Things were filled with tiny notes and "get well soon" cards..

"Get well soon Rose, I hope you like these, picked them myself – Neville"

"We brought this back to you, it is still as good as new so no worries sweetie – 'Mione and Ron"

"Get better soon, Enjoy! – Ginny & Harry"

"Hope these will cheer you up tiny one! PS. there is tasty candy inside so *POP* them! – Freddie"

Rose holds back to tears as she looks all of the gifts her friends had brought her. She had never experienced this kind of kindness and treatment from people. These people really do care about her. She laid down with a wide smile and fell asleep for a few minutes again.

As she woke up again, Rose was about to get up as she felt something grab her by the waist – of course. George had turned around and now he had tight grip on her waist and wasn't willing to let go. Someway Rose found this adorable and couldn't do anything than smile.

"Mmrgh, not yet I want to sleep", he mumbles half asleep and hugs Rose even tighter. Luckily her ribs are already fine or otherwise this would be very painful.

"Get up sleepy-head!" Rose shouted and smacked George with a pillow as he finally let go of her.

George peeks slightly and a slight blush is rising on his cheeks. "Moorning", he says and stretches out his arms and back. His hair is messy and voice is still raspy and deep from sleeping. What a sinful view, George without a shirt next to her, Rose thinks and looks away. Is it too much if she is drooling already?

"Woah, Madam Pomfrey's stuff really works?", Rose says amazed how her ribs and arm have healed during the night.

"Haven't you ever broken bones before young lady?", George laughs and questions Rose once again as he slipped his shirt back on.

"Is it a bad thing? No I clearly have not", Rose chuckles and crosses her arms against her chest.

"You seriously have to be kidding me, quidditch player without broken bones, you definitely are a lucky one", he says with a smile and gets up.

"Let's get up, I want to show you something", George says and takes Rose's hand in his, walking out of the hospital wing.

"Shouldn't we wait for Madam Pomfr–"

"She'll be fine. I am not spending my day here laying around", George says and pulls Rose closer to him.

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They were climbing up to the astronomy tower. It was around 6 am and the sun was about to rise behind the Great Lake. The air smelled like fresh rain and grass and it made Rose hum in pleasure.

"The scent is amazing.. I could stay here forever. Why haven't I done this before" Rose lets out a sigh and keeps walking towards the edge.

"Wait until you see the view here" George says and Roslyn can almost hear the smirk from his tone.

Rose walked to the edge of the astronomy tower and saw the breath-taking view.

The sun was slowly rising above the horizon, birds were singing quietly somewhere far away. Sun made the lake glimmer, mesmerizing everyone who laid eyes on it.