The Ravenclaw and The Grim

a Secret worth Keeping

Lyra was quiet when she returned home from her nighttime adventure. George had been relaxing in bed, looking over some paperwork when she came in. Not saying a word she kicked off her shoes, discarded her cloak, and crawled onto the bed and into his arms. 

"Bad time?" he asked not being able to feel her emotions. 

She shrugged nuzzling into him and breathing him in. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" 

"Can we in the morning? I'm so sleepy." 

He chuckled setting his paperwork down. "Of course." 

Despite how tired she was, Lyra did not sleep soundly, and he knew whatever was weighing on her mind was stressing her. Several times George awoke to her whimpers, to her in a deep sleep reaching out for him. The terror that he would not be there clear. But he was there, and each time he would pull her body against his, and soothe her back to sleep.

 He let her sleep in, quietly rising from the bed and starting his day. Her nightmares usually ceased once the sun had risen as if her body's internal clock knew it was safe then. 

He headed into the kitchen where Fred was already up. "Well, you look like shit." Fred joked as he entered the small room.

"Ditto," George said with a grin sliding into a seat.

"Stone have nightmares again, or were you two just up late?" 

"Nightmares. I think somethings been on her mind lately. They get worse when she's stressed."

"Makes sense." He said with a shrug. 

They chatted a bit more while they made breakfast, and soon time began to pass. Before George knew it he could hear the familiar morning sounds of Lyra rising from bed. He turned expectantly as she entered the kitchen ready to greet her with a warm good morning. He stopped short as his eyes fell on her, his heart almost stopping. 

She looked up, puzzled by his reaction. "Good morning?" she said but her hesitation made it sound like a question. Was he angry with her?

Geroge clenched and unclenched his jaw. "Stone." He said seriously, and her anxiousness grew. "What on earth are you wearing?"

Lyra looked down and blushed, she hadn't had anything clean of her own to wear and she'd grabbed a shirt from his drawer without really looking. "I'm sorry George, I wasn't paying attention, I hadn't realized I grabbed your old quidditch jersey. I'll go-"

He held up a hand to stop her. "It's too late." 

Fred rolled his eyes, "You're so dramatic."

George gestured to Lyra as if looking at her was enough to explain whatever he was babbling on about.

"Fine" Fred sighed, "But you owe me." 

"George I can change," Lyra began again softly, "it's not as if I got anything on it-"

But George wasn't listening, he was walking quickly towards her, and to her shock when he reached her, he scooped her up before she could react and threw her over his shoulder. she yelped as she landed with a thud. Blush creeping up her cheeks as she could now properly feel what he was thinking.

"Oh your not taking that off," he said carrying her back down to their bedroom. "Not until I've properly ruined you in it." 

She felt herself go red and swatted at him. "D-d-dont say things like that!"

"Your own fault Stone," he said walking into their room kicking the door behind them and tossing her onto the bed. He began to pull his clothes off making her blush madly. "As if you weren't irresistible as it was. But to show up for breakfast in nothing but PJ shorts and my jersey, well,  it's too much I'm afraid."

she sat up on the bed, not meeting his gaze, "Freds right you know, your much too dramatic."

George grinned, he could feel her lust for him and was having too much fun teasing. "Keep it up Stone and see where it will get you." 

Lyra shifted the way she sat on the bed, deliberately causing the jersey to ride up. "I don't know what you mean Weasley."

"Oh, you're done for love."