Harry Potter One-shots

George Weasley- Taking Care Of You

George Weasley

Prompts: "not to be rude, but you dont look great"

TW: nudity (non sexual)

Word Count: 873 words

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You woke up in the protecting arms of your boyfriend. You loved sleepovers with him, you swear you sleep better. You two were spending some time at the burrow together, for holiday. Normally Molly would never allow you two to sleep over in the same room let alone the same bed, but you felt sick last night and she took pity on you. You have a feeling there was some bargaining done privately between her and George while you were in the living room and they were in the kitchen.

You were hoping you would just need to sleep it off and wake up refreshed in the morning. That was not the case.

You woke up feeling like you might die from overheating but also unable to stop shivering out of coldness. You groaned when you woke up. Your whole body felt achy and your head was killing you. You haven't experienced death but you are pretty sure this is what it is.

George woke up the sound of your groan. He opened his eyes to see you moving yourself out of his arms. You moved your body so your legs are over the side of the bed and you had your head in your hands. You did not look great, no other way to describe it.

You had your head in your hands, hoping that you can just wish away the pain. You were taking slow deep breaths when you felt a hand press against your back. It covered up a good part of your back with how big it is. you relaxed under his touch.

"I don't feel good" you mumbled, as if you spoke too loud your head might explode. You felt yourself sweating uncontrollably, you were in shorts and a light t-shirt but right then you felt like you were in seven hundred layers in the Sahara desert.

Without thinking you just took your shirt off, you knew you didn't have a bra on but you also knew George wouldn't care and his family was surprisingly good at knocking.

" Well as much as I like where this is going, not to be rude, but you dont look great" George said as he put his hand back on your back since he took it off when he felt you removing your shirt.

You chuckled slightly but the ringing in your head stopped you from laughing as hard as you really want to at his comment. George noticed right away the strain you felt. frowning at how sick you looked. He hated feeling helpless and he didn't know how to help you.

You slowly moved your body back down, making sure to have nothing touch you because you felt like you were on fire. You closed your eyes and groaned again. Pouting out of frustration you felt from being sick.

A few moments passed and you broke the silence, " stop looking at my tits"

You heard George scoff and say, "I'm not even looking at your tits, im looking at your cute pout"

You smiled, " no you were looking at my tits"

"I was looking at your tits" George agreed, making you genuinely laugh, even though it hurt.

" I think I might be dying"

It was George's turn to laugh, you heard the chuckle that you absolutely adore. Your eyes were still closed as you felt him brush hair out of your face.

" I'll go ask mom for some sort of potion to help" he kissed your forehead and then you heard his footsteps get farther away and the door open and shut.

You laid, not daring, opening your eyes, you know the brightness actually brings death upon you. Taking deep breaths and allowing yourself to relax your body.

A few moments pass and you hear the door open and close. You make a short humming noise to let George know you were still awake.

George walked over and sat on the edge of the bed right by you.

"Mom gave me something, but you have to sit up to take it" you groaned out in distaste for that idea.

" I mean or you could just continue to feel this sick and hope for the best'' you could tell right away that his tone was dripping in sarcasm. You also knew how stubborn George was, so it didn't matter what it took, you were sitting up and taking that medicine.

You reluctantly, sat up, keeping your eyes closed. "Are you really not going to open your eyes" you hear George ask. You whisper out a nope.

"Ok open your mouth and swallow" he replied, laughing when you laugh at the innuendo.

You opened your mouth and swallowed whatever he gave you.

" Good job" he replied, making you feel like a child but you were too tired to care.

You laid back down, this time on your stomach. You heard the footsteps of George walking. You pouted at the idea of George leaving but also understood why he would.

Your pouting left quickly when you felt the bed dip beside you and Georges nails gently running up and down your back.

You sigh and the only words you could produce were, " I love you"