Angels Brought Me Here (George Weasley)

I Am Yours

London, England

George was nervous, and he was praying Jenny couldn't tell. Because he could tell that she was nervous. The hours after he had asked her out on the date went quickly, and he had only had one drink, so he couldn't even say he had a bit of Dutch courage. He was a big bag of nerves. In fact, he was like a suitcase of nerves. A family size suitcase, that they might take to the Mediterranean for a fortnight.

"Are you okay?" Jenny asked, for the tenth time since they left the Leaky Cauldron.

"Yes, again, I'm fine," He lied through his teeth, and both of them laughed nervously.

What was going on? Conversation had always flowed freely between them, until this night. Why did they both feel so nervous?

"Can I ask you something?" Jenny asked, peaking his interest.

"Anything," He affirmed.

"Is this a date?" Her voice went soft, as it always did when she was nervous for his answer to something she said.

"Would you like it to be a date?" In George's mind, of course it was a date. He wanted nothing more than for it to be a date. But the fact she asked made him think that maybe she disagreed.

"Well, of course I do, I just didn't know if this was just as friends, and I didn't want to presume anything, so I had to ask the question," He adored the way she always waffled when she was anxious, he adored the way he was the one making her anxious.

"Of course it's a date," He laughed, taking her hand in his, and intertwining their fingers together, feeling sparks of electricity as their skin touched. He was glad he left his gloves at home that day, even if his hands were freezing cold.

"So why did you want to go on a date?" She had her confidence back, and now it was his turn to feel nervous.

"Because, truthfully, you're still the only reason I want to get out of bed in the morning. I never thought I'd feel happiness again after Fred died," He said, and she looked up at him.

"But I'm just me," She said, and he shook his head, she had no idea.

"Just you is everything to me," He knew it was corny, but she needed to know once and for all how much she meant to him.

"I think you're cute, even if you are cringey," She laughed at him, and he couldn't tell if the redness on her cheeks was from the cold, or something else.

"I'm not sure I'd use cute to describe me," He said.

"Oh yeah? What would you use then?" She asked.

"Handsome, beautiful, sexy, funny, charismatic, charming, irresistible," He reeled off, and she laughed that beautiful laugh that he was falling for more by the second.

"All true," She shrugged, and his heart skipped a beat as he realised that she wasn't lying.

"You've changed my life," He said, and she stopped walking and turned to look at him.

"I never imagined I'd feel this way about someone," She said.

"What way?" He asked.

"You make me laugh every day, until my stomach hurts. When you smile, it's as if everything in the world gets brighter. When you laugh, it has the same effect on me as when I hear my favourite Christmas song. And whenever you look at me, all I want to do is this," She rose on her toes, and for a moment George was confused. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer to her, and he watched as she looked up into his eyes before hers fluttered shut, and before he could fathom what was about to happen, her lips were on his. Something he had been wanting and thinking about pretty much from the moment they had met.

By the time she pulled away, he was so giddy he thought he might faint, and he was worried that his grip on her waist might leave a bruise. He just didn't want to let her go.

"Does that tell you what you need to know?" She smiled at him.

"Forget changing my life. I think you've saved my life, Genevieve,"