Mayhem - G.Weasley

17. Tent talk

George observed Ivy lying snuggly in his bed. He had half a mind to bring her to her own bed, but they had things to talk about. And his place, was the most private out of their options.

He had a charmed tent in the place of his bed in the dorms. Inside was a full-sized apartment of his own. George valued his privacy.

And he liked to break the rules.

He lounged in a recliner in the corner of the room, facing the bed. He had helped Ivy out of her robes in one of the moments while she was still with it. He helped her slip on a sweater of his over her dress shirt after removing her tie. George didn't attempt anything else, not while she was in that state.

He held a warm mug of spearmint tea in his hand as he watched over her, his thoughts running rampant in his head.

This girl was very much different from any one he had ever met.

Not to mention how powerful she was.

She had taken on Harry and won. The boy who had prevailed against Voldemort time and time again, had lost.

She obliterated a boggart without her wand, decimating it into ashes.

And she didn't even know what she had done. At least, that's what it seemed.

Ivy whimpered a little in her sleep before throwing her arms out in front of her. She connected with the pillow George usually lies on, and dragged it back towards her chest, holding it tightly.

Her whimpering stopped as she snuggled the pillow closer, releasing a deep breath. He smiled at the sight.

George sat up abruptly.

What might she think when she woke up? She was in his room, in his clothes, with him watching her like some creep in a corner.

He stood up and made a move to walk out of the room when she spoke.

"George?" Her voice was thick with sleep and sorrow.

Shit.

He turned around slowly, noticing her rubbing her eyes. They were slightly swollen and bloodshot from crying. Her hair was sticking out in different places from her tossing and turning.

Even like that, she was still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

George took a nervous sip from his mug.

"Would you like some tea?" He stumbled out.

Ivy nodded and stretched her arms out around her, taking in her surroundings. She stopped mid-stretch.

Wait a minute.

"George." She stopped him from leaving the room to get her tea. "Where are we?"

"Oh right." George chuckled. "This is my room."

One of her brows quirked up. "This? Is your room?"

She crawled off of the king sized bed. George tried his best not to drool at the sight.

"You get your own rooms in the boys dorms?" He half expected her to question why she was even there in the first place.

"Come on, I'll show you." Ivy followed George on a tour of his place. A small cozy kitchen in one corner and an adjacent living room. Ivy walked with George out the "front door" and elicited an unexpected gasp. As soon as they step foot outside of the door, she was met with a similar dorm room to what hers looked like. She twirled back around to see an extremely small tent in the place they just walked out of. Barely big enough for George to just stand underneath it.