Harry Potter Imagines

Behave - George Weasley

Setting: Takes place during Christmas break in the Goblet of Fire, the reader is staying with the Weasley's for break

Request: Oh my gosh, please do a Fred or (preferably) George request for "Shut up / make me" and behave.

Word Count: 1695

Warnings: Suggestiveness, mostly just flirting - SFW

A/N: If you guys are interested in me making a second part that is smutty let me know in the comments!!

It was Christmas Eve - you and some others were staying at the Weasley house for the short break. You were in your sixth year alongside your boyfriend, George. Despite being a few years older, you were good friends with Hermione, as well as Ginny. You had been looking forward to this Christmas, especially after how much fun you'd had with George at the Yule Ball.

It took some convincing from his best friends, but Harry eventually caved and joined the rest of you to stay at the Weasley house during the break. You felt bad for him, knowing that the tournament had to be taking a toll on him - he wasn't even supposed to be in it. So you were glad that Ron and Hermione convinced him not to stay at Hogwarts alone during the holidays.

Having so many people in one small house was certainly a challenge, but Mrs. Weasley always made it work. Last Christmas, they had not allowed you to sleep in George's room with him - but this year you managed to get lucky, mostly due to George's nagging. Seeing as there were so many people and you had been dating for over a year now, Mrs. Weasley finally caved - but you guys still had to share the room with Fred.

Most of the others were outside at the moment as Arthur was insisting that they cut down and set up a Christmas tree "like muggles." George had started following his siblings outside before you grabbed his arm, tugging him back into the house. "Whoa, wha-" He starts, but you interrupt him with your lips, leaning into him on your tippy-toes to reach him. It only takes a moment for him to react, leaning down slightly to your height, returning the kiss. He pulls away after a few moments, resting his forehead against yours, a cheeky grin spreading across his lips.

"What was that for?" He questions smugly, his hands trailing down your torso toying with your shirt.

"We're alone..." You mumble, brushing your nose against his as you take a step closer to be nearly pressed against his larger frame. He moves back enough so that he can look around sarcastically, making you playfully shove his shoulder. "We are?!" He exclaims, frantically looking around the empty living room. His grin making your heart swell, his chuckle sending shivers down your spinel. "C'mere," He mutters, dramatically motioning you forward with a finger.

You waste no time in closing the space between you, smiling up at him - his hands finding your hips, tugging you closer to him. He brushes his nose against yours once more before tilting his head to the side and placing a painfully slow kiss on your lips. You melt against his touch, his arms being the only thing keeping you from dissolving into a puddle at his feet. His large hands on your hips pull you against himself as he starts backing you up slowly, the kiss gradually becoming more needy. Moments like these were rare and far apart, given the strictness of Hogwarts rules with gender interaction.

Your back hits the wall with a thump, George's body pinning you there as his warm hands slip under your shirt, holding you close by your waist. Your skin feeling on fire everywhere he touched, turning you on more and more with every action. Your fingers trailed through his long ginger locks, getting lost in the moment - almost not hearing the front door opening.

The sudden slam of the door hitting the wall a handful of yards away from you startled both of you away from each other. You quickly tug at your shirt, trying to straighten it out as you stand beside George, a guilty look plastered on your face as you lock eyes with Hermione. Even without your flushed faces and swollen lips, your matching deer-in-headlights expressions was enough for her to be able to tell what she had just interrupted. She starts chuckling as she moves out of the way of Arthur and Fred as they drag in the tree with the others.