𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗲𝘁

𝗰𝗵𝗽 𝟯𝟴 , 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲

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like a tattoo - sade

ameylias pov:

it was a snow day and everyone was out visiting hogsmeade and playing in the snow. i stretched my arms and looked at George who was sitting beside me looking at my books on my nightstand. he turned to me and smiled, "good morning gorgeous."
i laughed and sat up, leaning on his back as he looked around my room, "you need to tidy up."

i nodded, "yeah was a bit busy saving your life yesterday so." he chuckled and stood up.

"guess i owe you then?" i nodded. "i'll clean your room," he said and i raised an eyebrow.

"okay..."

my floor was filled with dirty clothes and random junk so i gladly took up that offer and fell back asleep.

when i awoke George was laying beside me reading one of my books.

"done," he smirked at me and i looked at the floor to see nothing.

"you stole all my stuff didn't you," i joked and he shook his head.

"no. but i did see some things i wish i didn't."

"like what? my bras? godrick, george you're immature," i laughed and he shook his head.

"Wood's jumper."

my cheeks went red, "it's um, it's not like that. i had to sleep in his dorm the night of the party because of how messy my room and everything was. but he was downstairs. it was just me."

he nodded, "youre really cute when you're all nervous. And you're also really cute when you sleep."

"Hmh, ummm, thank you," i giggled and put my head on his chest as he combed my hair with his fingers.

george's pov:

ameylia must've been REALLY tired because she fell asleep again. she snored softly, rested on my chest. i really wanted to be her boyfriend, but i wasn't sure. we had only been on one date after all. the yule ball was coming up so i could ask her then.

i heard a knock on the door as Hermione and Ginny came in, seeing me and immediately giggling.

"what?" i asked, and realized they thought i slept with ameylia.

"no, no," i said as hermione tried to speak.

"wake ameylia up, we want her to come to hogsmeade with us," demanded Ginny and i made a pouty face.

"no. she needs rest." "you just want to watch her sleep," hermione snapped and i laughed.

"well i don't care, you creep, wake her up," said Ginny as her and Hermione left.

"Meyl. Meyls. Ameylia," i cooed and rubbed her back as she groaned and stretched her arms.

"what." She yawned.

"good afternoon sunshine," i smiled at her and she looked at her watch.

"hello," i said, tilting up her chin to face me as she blushed.

"hi george."

ameylia pov:

he placed his hand on my cheek and i leaned my face on his hand. "you tired still?" he asked.

"yah," i yawned.

"Granger and my sister want you to go to Hogsmeade with them," he said softly and i fake pouted.

"i love them, but i'm tired," i whispered, putting my head down as george suddenly got off the bed and grabbed clothes out of my dresser.

"don't make me dress you myself," he said and i laughed.

"i'm too tired to go anywhere."

"what if you go with me?" he asked. i nodded wildly and he slipped a tee shirt over my cropped top i was wearing already, putting on my shoes because i was too lazy.

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george held my hand as we walked through Hogsmeade. I looked through open shop's windows, in search for a dress for the Yule Ball. This yule ball was very important because of the Triwizard tournament, since the 2 other schools were joining us. Hermione has told me awhile back that she got asked by Krum, Ginny by Neville. Fred asked Angelina by a piece of paper and his made up sign language. Luna was tagging along with Lavender. Cho got asked by Cedric. Harry and Ron asked the Patil sisters and they both agreed. i felt bad knowing Parvarti was lesbian and Harry didn't know. I also felt bad for Parvarti because Harry always had her as a go to since he was too much of a wimp to ask Ginny.

"so!" george exclaimed, "what to do?"

i looked around and led george to a staircase leading to the roof of a old store. we sat down, snuggling in a blanket George got from Molly for Christmas a few years ago.

"it's really pretty up here," i sighed and he nodded, wrapping his arm around me.

"Ameylia I have a serious question," george suddenly spoke up, "who do you like? because sometimes it's fred. then it's Wood. Then it's me."

"i don't like Oliver. When i was with him i got criticized for my age, it obviously wasn't going to work out," i sighed sadly.

"sorry darling," he said, kissing my forehead.

"it's not your fault. being with you makes me happy george," i said, looking into his eyes.

"really?" he asked looking back.

"yes really," i laughed, right before he kissed my lips softly, warmness tingling inside me.