A Soulmate's Love

Chapter 30 - He fixed, I managed

*THEY ARE IN THE FIFTH YEAR, NOT FOURTH!

I woke up the next morning in George's arms and for once, I had slept soundly. My eyes fluttered open and adjusted to the morning light seeping into the dorm, and as I sat up my vision blacked out and I fell back down, my head throbbing.

"Love what's wrong? Do you want me to take you to Madame Pomfrey?" George asked worriedly, resting a hand on my forehead to check for a fever.

I yawned, putting my hands on my temples, "Don't worry babe, low iron." I muttered, rubbing my eyes in exhaustion and going to stand up. Before I could fully get up George pulled me back into the bed, "Georgie I'm fine!" I said groggily, my voice raspy from sleep. He didn't let me go and despite my resistance, he overpowered me and kept me in his arms. "I need coffee." I groaned, slipping out from under his grip and quickly getting up. This was a bad idea as my blood rushed through my head and I stumbled a little, only to be stabilized by his strong hands.

"Darling how about you go back into bed, I'll bring you breakfast." He said as he rested his chin in the crook of my neck, pulling my back closer into his chest.

"No, no, no it's ok, George I've had this my whole life it's nothing bad," I reassured, turning around to face him and giggling at the fact that he was so worried over nothing. "I promise," I muttered before I pecked his lips softly, smiling into the kiss. This obviously seemed to ease him as he completely forgot what he was so worked up about, deepening the kiss and pulling my lower back closer to him. I draped my arms over his shoulders and arched my back slightly, this was the best way to start the morning.

When we separated, he whispered in his husky morning voice, "You can't do that every time you want to distract me, love."

"It worked, didn't it?" I teased back, running my hand through his hair. He smirked charmingly, knowing that I was right. I was lost in the moment when I remembered we had school. "SHIT!" I shouted, jumping out of his arms and running frantically to my closet.

"What is it, love?" He said calmly despite my outburst. How could he be so serene when I was internally freaking out? I looked up at the clock to see 8:15, only increasing my panic. "Althea Jane?" He sang, making me stop in my path.

"WE HAVE CLASS IN 15 MINUTES DUMBASS!" I exclaimed, noticing how his face transitioned from amused to focused.

"I don't have my uniform!" He said, looking down at the grub clothes he wore yesterday. I tossed him uniform pants, a white collared shirt, and a V-neck school sweater from a hanger in my closet. "Why do you have this?" He asked, holding the bunch of clothes in his arms.

"Theo slept over a few times," I said quickly, not noticing how strange this sounded. After gathering all my clothes for the day, I looked up to see his face confused, and jealous? I laughed out loud, now realizing that my words could be interpreted weirdly. "I'm helping him plan how to tell that Molly girl in Hufflepuff she's his soulmate, and sometimes he ends up falling asleep here." I clarified, biting my lip to hide a smile.

His expression relaxed completely and I could tell he was reassured which only made me giggle a little more until the panic set back in and I quickly began zipping my sweater down, leaving me in leggings and my white lace bra. I was struggling to do up the buttons of my shirt as my hands were a little shaky and with being so focused on the task at hand, I had completely disregarded the fact that George was staring directly at my boobs.

When I was done fixing the collar, I looked up to see George taking his shirt off, revealing his perfectly toned abs and muscled arms, and I swear had I not been in a rush I would've been drooling. God, he had a gorgeous body!