Harry Potter imagines

glasses(George Weasley)

(You're dating.)

You were sitting and doing an essay for a potions lesson when someone suddenly put his hands on your shoulders.

 "Boo!"

You turned around, almost falling off your chair.

"George!"

Because of the fright, you even forgot that you were wearing glasses. And your essay was drowning in ink.

"I asked you not to scare me when I do my homework," you tried to save your essay, but nothing came of it.

You looked at him point-blank.

"Now I won't go to the black lake with you. I need to rewrite it," you sighed, looking at the already black sheet.

George and you wanted to take a walk. To sit in your place near the black lake.That's when you realized something was wrong. George was too quiet. He raised his hand to your face so your eyes met. There were too many emotions on his face: regret, tenderness and puzzlement.

"What's wrong with you?"

"You... do you wear glasses?"

Only then did you remember about them. You immediately lowered your face, and reached out to take them off. But George stopped you.

"Don't. Let me admire my cute girl."

His eyes were filled with love and support.

"You didn't say you were wearing glasses," he said with a smile.".. I don't like them..."you said, embarrassed when George brought his face close to yours.

He kissed your nose while holding your face with both hands. And while you were confused, I pulled off your glasses and put them on.

"Well? I'm handsome, right?"

 He started posing funny. You couldn't help laughing. You slowly walked up to him, ran your hand through his hair. 

"Of course. You're the most handsome and the prities boyfriend in the world, even with those terrible glasses," you said, smiling and kissing him on the corner of his lips.

Now it's time for George to be embarrassed by looking away. And, goddammit, he was so sweet at that moment. He grabbed you by the waist, lifting you up and kissing you. 

"Please. Never be shy about your beauty again, my love. The glasses are not to blame here, as I proved. Don't worry about it, and I'll help heal your wounds." He kissed you on the cheek. "And if you're afraid that someone will laugh, then you have Fred and me. It's not for nothing that we are the main jokers of the school"

He lowered you to the floor, but did not let you out of his arms all this time.

"Okay," you said softly.

George gave you a gift, put your glasses on the table and dragged you to the exit.

"W-where!..." 

"To our place"

"But...!" 

"We have a weekend ahead of us. If you want, I will rewrite your essay"

"Okay... But I'll rewrite the essay myself. Our handwriting is too different!" you said with a smile.

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Hi there!

 I know it's not so long but I hope you enjoy!

 Honestly, I didn't expect to publish it first. I was thinking about something short about everyone. Like "when he find out you ...." and all of them by little. 

Feel free to give me ideas for the next imagine)

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