Euphoria ; George Weasley

Eight

Warning: cute George

"Move it, arsehole!" Jason spoke as he shoved Louis out of the way, running to get the best seat in charms class.

As he ran, I jumped aide to not be smacked to the ground by his tall figure.

"Jason would you relax!" Abby shouted. "People are gonna think you're an animal."

"They already think he's an animal." Michelle said, squeezing past Matthew before climbing into the top seats, taking one next to Jason but leaving a seat between them for Abby.

Abby walked up, claiming that seat, and Jason wrapped his arm around her, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"I don't want to sit up there." Matthew complained. "Why you always gotta pick the highest possible seats?"

Jason snickered.

"Is little Matthew afraid of heights?" He teased, and Matthew rolled his eyes before walking along the middle row, sitting down, and I followed.

"Alright, settle down everybody." Flitwick spoke as he walked into class and made his way towards his usual spot in class.

I put my notebook down in front of me and started doodling in it after dipping my quill in the black ink.

Louis was on my right, and when he placed a hand on my knee, I looked up at him. He was acting like nothing, and I narrowed my eyes as I noticed the faint smirk on his face.

Shaking my head, I went back to doodling while Flitwick presented the group task we'd have to work on for the next couple of weeks.

I dipped my quill again, but I felt the urge to look across the room, so I did, my eyes landing on George.

He was leaned back in his seat, not paying attention at all.

His head was leaned back and he stared at the ceiling while chewing gum. Usually, he wouldn't be allowed to, but Flitwick was pretty chill when it came to chewing gum in class.

Louis's fingers slid up my knee, scratching against my bare skin as he reached the hem of my skirt.

Goosebumps rose on my skin, his fingers traveling along my inner high.

My breath hitched in the back of my throat, my mouth going dry. I shut my eyes, clutching the quill in my hand, as Louis' fingers slid up further.

"Weasley and McCarthy." Flitwick spoke, and my head snapped up, my attention going straight to George across the room.

Our eyes met, and I realised we had just had our partners assigned.

Whistling filled the room, Louis' hand left my thigh, and I turned around to look up at Jason who had done the whistling.

"Shut up." I whispered, and he grinned at me, shaking his head.

Then he leaned forward, staring into my eyes.

"Are you finally gonna get some action?" He whispered, and I glared at him.

If just he knew.

I turned back around, continuing to doddle in my notebook, while Flitwick instructed everyone to get started on the projects.

My friends scattered from the room along with the other students. Matthew patted my head, letting me know that something was going on, and when I looked up, nearly everyone had gone, but George was walking right towards me.

I watched him jump over the first row of seats as of it was the easiest thing in the world, and then he leaned on the table that I sat behind.

"You ready to go?" He asked, crossing his arms on the table, while his eyes scanned over my face.