Bonjour, George Weasley

3.Calm, For Now

A/N: Bro i had writers block we r good now. I listened to Dating George Weasley, on Spotify so if you want the playlist I will post it in here later. Anyways enjoy bc this is gonna be a fun one.

Tw: panic attacks

"Hello, Darling." George was walking towards her holding his hand out for her to take.

"Hello, George. Where are you taking me." Meegan's voice filled with excitement and intrigue.

"On a date silly." George said with a laugh.

"A date? You didn't ask me-" Meegan was cut off yet again.

"It wasn't a question love." George began walking faster as he pulled Meegan by her hand to follow him.

His ginger hair bouncing as he ran through the castle's corradoors.

"Oh, okay!" Meegan was excited to say the least this was all she ever wanted and more. This was her dream to be with George. To be happy. To have someone to care for her as she cared for other's.

George stopped and spun her around and pulled her close to him. Their chest's touching. Meegan's heart was racing. He tilted her chin up to look at him as he leaned in-

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"MEEGAN WAKE UP ALREADY!!!" Hermione threw a pillow at Meegan's head as she groaned.

It was all a dream. That was all it would ever be.

Just a dream.

"Alright, alright I'm up, slow your role it's only 6:00 o'clock."

"That doesn't matter wake up." Hermione said stomping her foot on the wood floor.

"I am up do you think I am talking in my sleep with my fucking eyes open. Really Hermione lighten up. It's to early for this." Meegan said with an irritated tone in her voice as she slind lazily out of bed and walked towards her dresser.

"Meegan, uhm... you do talk in your sleep." Hermione said trying to sound as if it wasn't uncomfortable for her, though it was.

"I WHAT?!" Meegan was nervous by what Hermione was going to say next.

Did she hear Meegan talking about George?

Hermione stood there looking down at her feet.

"Hermione, what did you hear." Meegan was very nervous now, along with concerned.

"It- well... you," Hermione's face was now bright red.

"Spit it out yeah." Meegan was loosing her shit and her patience was drawing thin.

"You were talking about George, it wasn't bad, like not sexual bad, just talking about him or to him I don't really know but it was definitely about George." Hermione let out in a fast pace.

"Shit." Meegan spat.

"Shit,Shit, Shit."

"What do I do. How do I stop talking in my sleep Hermione. Help me." Meegan pleaded.

"There isn't anything you can do, if I'm correct." Hermione said looking at Meegan with sadness writen all over her face.

"Great," Meegan smirked. "That's lovely just bloody fucking lovely. Isn't it." She scolded as she walked into the bathroom with her uniform.

Meegan was not only embarrassed, but pissed off. This was not how she wanted to spend her day she just wanted to slide back into bed and die. She thought she might as well die of embarrassment. She will never live this down.