Redhead || George x reader || y/n Lestrange

Chapter 34

"You know, Georgie, it's been three months since we first came up here?" You leaned against the rails, looking at the stars.

"You're right darling. Feels like a lifetime ago." He slid his hand across the railing and on top of yours.

You both stood in silence, staring up at the stars.

"I know I did not climb up all those stairs in this dress to stare at the exact same sky rocks I see every night." You turned your head to him and raised your one eyebrow.

"You can never be happy just existing atop a lovely tower in peace, can you?"

You scoffed.

"I know I can. You can't."

"Got me there, love."

You turned your body and leaned your side against the railing. George stepped toward you and smiled, pushing your hair behind your right ear. He kept his hand on your cheek and leaned in to kiss you. You went up on your toes and kissed him back.

"I love you." He said as your lips parted, moving back in for another kiss. You cupped his checks with both your hands and brought his face down to you, kissing him hard and dramatically. Once you let him free, you saw he was still smiling.

Your hands still on his cheeks, faces inches apart, you whispered to him,

"I love you too." You stared at each other's eyes. George grabbed your arm gently with his hand and pulled you in to hug you. You gently wrapped your arms around him while he gently kissed your neck. You love it when he does that, and he loves how weak he makes you every time he places his lips onto your neck.

"You know Georgie, I could go for a snack right about now." You giggled. You didn't get to eat much before you ran off from the ball.

He kissed you quickly on the cheek before stepping back to meet your eyes.

"Kitchens?"

"Perfect."

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"I still don't understand why we couldn't have just grabbed a snack before we ran out from the party." You said, slightly irritated, but not looking at George. You were standing outside keeping an eye out for anyone who may enter the kitchens.

"I don't know what to tell you love." You heard George from behind the door, rummaging through baskets and plates, gathering the appropriate snacks for the evening. You heard him step toward the door you were guarding and step outside next to you, several pastries in hand, as well as a basket of even more food.

"I guess I just wanted you all to myself a little too quick. Can't say I was thinking straight." He continued to look at you in the dress. "I don't think I can't right now either."

You giggled and grabbed a pastry from his hand.

"Ill accept that excuse for today, but I won't be so generous the next time around." You took a bite, but your eyes widened when you realized what it was.

"Pumpkin pastie!" You whispered to him in excitement.

"Shhhhh. God you're so excited about pumpkins, I think I've just created yet another nickname." He grinned and held your hand as you quickly ran around the corner.

"You know, I was thinking about calling you pumpkin."

"It's the hair isn't it?" He released his hand and began riffling through his hair.

"First off, give that back." You grabbed his hand and held it in yours again, making him blush and smile.

"And two, yes that's exactly it." You raised your hand to pat his head. "Smart boy."

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