Weasley Twin Imagines

Dates in Hogsmeade // G.W. [BLURB]

There was only one high street through Hogsmeade; at this point in the day, it wasn't overly busy, most of the students having made their way to The Three Broomsticks to end the day on a butterbeer kick.

The air is cold; the wind burning your cheeks as you walk through the small village with George Weasley. He had asked you to join him so suddenly, but you couldn't say no. The teenager had made your heart race since you in Third Year. Now in Seventh Year, you felt in a dreamlike state as you wander through Hogsmeade, taking no notice of the shop windows. Instead, focused entirely on the redhead next to you.

A particularly strong gust of wind has you stepping out of its path, or at least, as much as you could. In your effort to protect your wind bitten cheeks, you brush up against George. Your hand brushes his to which he freezes from the sudden contact.

"I'm sorry," You whisper, huddling further into your jacket.

"Don't be. It just took me by surprise," George answers, a smile crossing his face.

"Is this a date?" You ask shyly, looking anywhere but the redhead.

George chuckles, "I had hoped, but it's fine if it isn't."

"No!" You reply all too quickly, "I'm fine with it being a date."

George's shoulders relax slightly. "Good, I'm glad."

"I'm glad too," You smile, letting silence fall between you both.

You stare at each other for a minute; letting this new information settle. All but confessing your feelings for each other, you couldn't help but grin at the taller redhead. He smiles back at you, reaching for your hand to tangle your fingers together.

"Shall we head back?" He asks, gesturing to path back to the school with a nod of his head.

Sadness settles within you, but you refuse to let it dampen your mood anymore. Squeezing George's hand, you state, "Lead the way, Weasley."

His laughter punctuates the cold air as he begins the short walk back to the school. Conversation is light throughout though you both feel the sadness at having to separate so soon.

It feels like a cruel trick as you pause outside your common room entrance. Your hand is still twined with George's as you linger outside the room, settling with your back against the door.

"I don't want to leave you," You confess, biting your lip.

"I don't want that either," George admits, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck.

"Thank you for today," You whisper earnestly, your fondest for the tall redhead shining through your voice.

"I really want to kiss you right now," George whispers, dragging a finger down the length of your cheek, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Kiss me, George," is all you answer before you find yourself pressed further into the stone wall, George's lips pressing firmly to your own.