Weasley Twin Imagines

Snow Days // G.W.

Warnings: snow, fluff, cute, established relationship.

Word count: 2.3k

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Sometime in the night, the rain that had been forecast changed. Sometime in the night, it froze, becoming snow. It started slow, a few flakes here and there.

The flakes then turned larger, growing heavier as they blanketed the floor. The flurries becoming too much for any creature to stay outside for too long; seeking out warmth and comfort as the snow continues to fall.

Instantly the castle that had always a charm about it was transformed to an ethereal state. The grounds accepted the snow, taking it in, accepting it as if it had always been there. Watching the snow fall from your window, you take in the rapid transformation of the grounds you call home, knowing that in a few hours, the fresh snow would be trampled upon by masses of students rushing through the cold.

Hogwarts was a boarding school. The students lived on site meaning that there was no commute to be disrupted and no excuse for not attending classes. Throughout its long and colourful history, Hogwarts had never known a snow day.

Stepping away from the window, you shake your head, already knowing that your lessons that evening would have to be cancelled. Snow was lovely, and snow days were non-existent at the school, but the sky would not be visible enough tonight to seek out the stories amongst the stars.

Turning to the bed, you spy George's form amongst the pillows and blankets. You smile softly to yourself, his snores punctuating the air. You don't rush through your routine, savouring every step as the weariness settles over your body, calling for your bed and the warm embrace of George's arms. Tonight's lesson was one you would remember; students too excited about the change in the weather instead of the stars, but their distraction provided ample entertainment.

Settling in next to the love of your life, George's arms automatically find you. As your eyes slip shut, you're already thinking of your plans for the snow.

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George Weasley woke that morning, ambled over to the window and promptly groaned. For some, snow was a blessing. To George, it meant grumbling students and complaints about the coldness of his classroom. It didn't matter what spells he used; the Dungeon classroom was doomed to remain cold no matter how long he remained teaching at the school.

It's going to be a long day; he thinks to himself as he doesn't rush his morning routine. He sets the kettle on the stove to boil before returning to the bedroom where he finds you sleeping soundly, curled up on your right side with your left arm outstretched to his side of the bed as if seeking his warmth.

He perches on the bed, reaching out to run a gentle hand through your hair. Your nose wrinkles as George's touch brings you back from your dreams, bringing you to consciousness.

"Have you seen the snow?" You ask, voice harsh with sleep.

George hums in answer, leaning down to kiss your head. "I have," He whispers, "I'm already dreading class."

You laugh, stretching into a comfier position, pulling the blankets closer to your body. "Is it bad to say I'm glad it's you and not me?"

George chuckles, "Not bad at all. Go back to sleep, love. I'll find you later."

His words are answered with a mumbled 'love you'. Years, he realises as he shakes his head, returning to the kitchen. It's been years now, and still those words leaving your lips continues to make his heart race and leave his mind in a whirl.

George dresses quickly after downing the remains of his tea. He needs to be in his classroom early to heat it as best he can for the students that will have no doubt been out in the snow before beginning their classes for the day.