Tidal Wave [george weasley post war]

3. Bottom Of A Bottle

Aurora instantly was up from the bed, standing in front of the man sitting on the floor. "Who the fuck are you?" Aurora exclaimed, trying her best to remain calm and keep her voice low but seeing as how she was just sleeping and was woken up by the dip in the mattress by her feet quite suddenly, she was anything but. Her fingers clenched into her palm, creating a tight fist at her side.

A shiver ran down her spine as the brown eyes belonging to the man traveled up her bare legs before landing on her face. Why the bloody hell was he staring at her like she was the one who intruded on him? It had taken another moment or two for her eyes to remove the sleep and focus on his face. "George?" She let out, bending forward to get a better look as his face became illuminated by the moonlight.

George tilted his head to the side, reaching over and grabbing onto the bedpost to hoist himself up so that he was standing – towering over the girl standing before him. She looked familiar but, in his state, he was pretty sure he could not even tell the difference between his left foot and his right.

Aurora's hands found their way to her hips as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "You don't remember me, do you?" She laughed softly, chewing on her lower lip. Her eyes searched his as she watched him turn around and proceed to lay down on the bed. "Are you...wait, are you seriously going to bed right now?" Her eyes were wide as George rolled over onto his stomach, arms winding beneath the pillow under his head. "What the bloody hell is going on?" She asked, more to herself than anything.

Gentle snores were already escaping his lips by the time she was able to lean over and look at his face. A few strands of his unruly hair were slick against his forehead while the others stood up every which way on top of his head. Aurora was too busy studying the pained expression on his face to hear the bedroom door open.

"Aurora? What's going on, I heard you scream and-"Ginny stopped right behind Aurora beside the bed. A small laugh escaped her lips before she covered her mouth with both hands. "Oh Godric, George..." The red headed woman shook her head before putting her hand on her friend's shoulder. "I'm sorry, did he scare you? I had no idea he would be coming home tonight or else I would have had you stay in my room with me."

Aurora turned around to look at her friend, her slender arms crossing over her chest. She couldn't shake the feeling that his gaze on her bare legs gave her. Shaking her head before opening her mouth to speak, "It's fine. Gave me quite a fright... I may have kicked him pretty hard so I hope he doesn't remember any of this. It's far too embarrassing, Gin." A small laugh escaped as she turned to look back down at George. "He's not doing well, is he?"

With that question, Ginny brought her bottom lip in between her teeth before releasing and answering her friend, "No. But come on, let's get you to bed. We can talk more tomorrow perhaps."

Aurora gently gathered her things without making too much noise, but come to think of it, she could have turned on her radio at the highest volume setting right beside his good ear and he most likely would not wake up. Following Ginny out of the room and closing the door behind her, Aurora nibbled on her lower lip as she settled in beside her friend. "Have you gotten any better at sharing the blankets, Gin?"

"Nope!"

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When Aurora's eyes opened, she found herself alone in Ginny's bed. Rubbing at the sleep in both of her eyes, she rolled over onto her side and stretched her legs out. After sleeping in a small twin sized bed with Ginny "Blanket Hog" Weasley, her legs felt a bit cramped.