my inheritance (g.w x o.c)

chapter twenty: comforting arms

I stirred a few hours later. I looked over at the clock. 6:11. George groaned, pulling me back into his arms.

"Five more minutes," he whispered against my ear. I giggled at the touch, leaning away to look at him.

"I have to go if I don't want to get caught," I pointed out, kissing his jawline. He hummed, finally opening his eyes.

"This is a much better wake up than Fred," he murmured.

"Do you often wake up to Fred in your bed?"

"You'd be surprised." I smiled, kissing him.

"Thank you for listening last night. I know it was late, but-"

"It's never too late," he interrupted. "I'll always listen." I studied his face more a moment before gently tapping our noses together. He laughed lightly. "What was that for, darling?"

"I saw it in a muggle film," I explained. "It's called an eskimo kiss. It's a little silly, but I've just always wanted to try it." He sighed, running a hand into my hair. He turned his head, tapping our noses together once more.

"You are the absolute most beautiful girl I've ever met." I hummed, kissing him softly.

"And you are the absolute most handsome guy I've ever met," I teased. "However, I must be going." I started getting up.

"But if you leave, you won't get anymore of whatever those kisses were."

"You make a good point," I nodded, leaning back down for one more eskimo kiss. "One for the road."

"You just use me."

"Next I'll show you the butterfly kiss," I winked, grabbing my wand. I looked back at him. He sat up in bed, running a hand into his hair. "See you at breakfast."

"Avoid the corridor by the Great Hall, Filch sits there until 7:15 to make sure no one sneaks into breakfast early."

"It pays well to know a prankster."

"Once again, I'm just being used."

"Perhaps," I shrugged. "But remember that you said you're the lucky one."

He smiled, reaching for my hand. "I suppose." He kissed my knuckles. "See you at breakfast."

"See you," I nodded before turning to leave.

"Hey," he stopped me. I turned back. He tossed me a sweatshirt. It had a G on it. I smiled slightly.

"Do you two really need this much help telling each other apart?"

"That right there is another Molly original," he smiled, laying back down. "Don't freeze on your way back to your dorm."

"You know, if you keep giving me your sweaters, you won't have any left for yourself."

"I know," he shrugged. "In case you couldn't tell, it's a little warmer up here than it is in the dungeons so I'll be okay."

I laughed lightly. "Thank you, George." I slipped it on before heading out the door. Ijv looked like I wasn't even wearing pants since it went past my shorts. I was banking on not running into anybody. I made it just outside the common room before I heard footsteps. I paused, looking around.

"Bloody hell, if looks could kill, I think I'd be halfway to Heaven by now," Fred teased from behind me. I turned around, lowering my wand.

"Well, I'm just happy you have hope for your future."

"Ouch," he feigned pain. "How's George?"

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. "How's the Hufflepuff?"