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Changing Seasons | George Weasley x Fem!Reader

changing seasons 

description: adult relationships are complicated and painful, a fact George and the reader now far too well

warnings: angst, a fleeting allusion to smut, brief passing mentions of food.

a/n: excuse any typos, i wrote this as 3am and wasnt wearing glasses.

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(Y/N) (Y/L/N) always comes when George least expects it, a knock on his door that turns a normal day into a fond memory. Even ruffled from international portkey travel, tumbling into the apartment to collapse tiredly on the couch, messy and unorganised, her arrival sends a smile straight to his cheeks every time.

Today she appears in the shop, grinning at him from the door and waving dramatically at him. He's barely out from behind the till before she's launching herself into his arms with a squeal.

"George!" She exclaims. "I've missed you!"

He takes a second to respond, dazed again as he usually is by her sudden appearances. He waits until he's placing her down on the ground again to answer with a smile.

"I've missed you too, (Y/N)." He chuckles. "What on earth are you doing here?"

"The shop or the country?"

"Both." He snorts.

"Well, as MACUSA recognises my top notch auror qualities, they've rewarded me a holiday and i figured the best place to spend it would be with my favourite red head"

she blinks up at him with a smile, one that has his grin growing wider, a talent she's perfected after years of practice. She was his bestfriend through Hogwarts, before she moved to America for her dream job. Her visits though, can makke it feel normal, as though she never left in the first place.

"Don't let Fred hear you say that." He jokes. "You'll bruise his ego."

"You appear to be running the shop on your own today." She observes. "Plus he could do with his ego being taken down a few."

"He's out on a lunch date with Angelina." George informs. "He'll be back soon for you to bully."

"The excitement is killing me already."

Grinning at her, he can't help the urge to pull her into a second hug, wrapping his arms around her tightly as he always does when she comes back from the states, making up for all the hugs they've missed .

"Listen, the afternoon rush is about to start..." He admits once pulling away. "You can wait upstairs if you like."

"That sounds great."

"You can help yourself to anything in the kitchen." He assures. "Most of its Fred's."

She nods, giving him one final smile and making her way up the stairs as has become her tradition after arrival. Right on cue, George calls her name softly and she turns back to him again to catch the warmth in his eyes.

"It's good to have you back."

"It's good to be here, Georgie."

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She's lying on his sofa wearing one of his shirts when he retires from work for the day. Head flung back against one of the arm rests, she holds a book above her, precariously hung from her finger tips as she reads.

He can feel the warmth flooding his chest at the sight and he's quick to kick his shoes off to join her, flopping down on to the cushion at the other end of the sofa and stretching his legs until they tangle with her own.