𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 | g. w

30. if you'll have me

This chapter is very short, but cute. Hope you like it :)

"I should've known things between us would never be the same after what happened", the first thing I blurt out in a moment of weakness causes George to glare at me, his deep eyes scanning me as if to attempt to read my thoughts. I can only hope he's at bad at Legilimency as I am.

He scoffs, his lips twisting into a familiar smirk one would easily fall in love with.

"And that's a bad thing?", he asks, taking my hand and brushing his thumb across the back of it causing butterflies to roam animatedly in my abdomen. Flushing red, I try not to let his touch affect me in the way it usually does, I want to be able to look at him properly this time, without losing my grip on reality the way I normally tend to do. So I speak with a clear voice, my heart beating a millions miles per hour, though I try to hide it from the ginger in front of me.

"I don't know", I sigh. "It's just—we've been over this. I thought we agreed this—this thing between us wouldn't work. I thought you said we were better off as friends."

He grins, pressing a kiss to my knuckles that sends shock waves through my body. I find myself getting lost in his eyes, but just as I'm about to give in to the temptation that is George Weasley, my mind goes right back to our conversation at the Astronomy Tower. How we'd shared a kiss that could only be described as passionate and right, how his skin graced mind, how he told me he loved me.

His words. The way they had cut right through my heart like a knife.

"You're my best friend in the entirely world, and I don't want to compromise that. I'm afraid, that if we do this, and if goes south, that we'll end up despising one another. And I can't take that risk."

"You don't get it do you?", I open my eyes after having closed them when he had pressed his lips to my hand. "I don't care about any of that anymore. It doesn't matter. You do. I've been such a fucking prick, thinking I could just be friends with you, thinking I could even stand to be in the same room as you without wanting to kiss you or trace my hands along your body. But I'm so fucking tired of being reasonable. I'm tired of having to act as if I'm not incandescently happy when I'm around you, that I don't love you with all that I have. Because I do. I love you so fucking much, Mia. And if you'll have me, then I'm ready to give us a go." George let's a deep sigh escape him, his arms falling down as if he can finally breathe properly after nervously confessing his feelings.

I feel a tear make it's way down my cheek and he's quick to wipe it away, his grin traded in for a worried frown.

"Is everything okay, love? Did I—was that too much?"

"No", I breathe out, smiling up at his tall frame. I purse my lips. "That was perfect".

And before I know it, I've pressed my lips onto his, feeling the warmth radiate off him. He smiles onto the kiss, his hands roaming my body feverishly, almost as if he doesn't quite know what to do with them in this moment.

"I love you", I whisper in-between kisses. The feeling of finally being able to tell him that again is indescribable, and I find myself having to hold back a small laugh, one that George seems to notice.

"What was that?", he asks, chuckling. I press a small kiss to his cheek.

"Nothing. I'm just—happy."

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