Seven Minutes in Heaven (with the Harry Potter Boys)

George Weasley

As you held up the small, black and gold quill in your hand, you couldn't help but smile as you looked over at George. He had always been the life of the party, and you knew that the next seven minutes would be anything but boring with him. 

As you looked over at George, you saw the mischievous twinkle in his eye that you had come to expect from him. He grinned at you, and you knew that he was just as excited about the next seven minutes as you were.

"You ready?" he asked, holding out his hand for you to take.

You took his hand, feeling a jolt of electricity course through your body at the touch. "I'm ready," you replied, smiling up at him.

As you made your way to the closet, George took your hand and led you inside, closing the door behind you with a soft click.

"So, Y/n, I see you picked the quill," George said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I'm guessing you're a writer or something?"

You laughed, shaking your head. "No, it's just a random object I grabbed. But who knows, maybe I'll write a story about this one day."

George grinned, taking a step closer to you. "Well, let's give you something to write about then," he said, leaning in to kiss you. His lips were soft and warm, and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as the kiss deepened.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as George's lips moved expertly against yours, his hand gently cupping your cheek. His kiss was filled with a hunger and passion that you had never experienced before, and you found yourself melting into him, lost in the sensation of his touch.

As the kiss deepened, George's other hand slipped around your waist, pulling you closer to him until your bodies were pressed tightly together. You could feel his heart racing against your chest, and the heat of his body seemed to seep into yours, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

For a moment, you forgot where you were, lost in the moment with George. The sound of your breathing mingled with his, and the soft glow of the string lights above you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in the darkness of the closet.

As the seconds ticked by, you knew that your time together was coming to an end. Reluctantly, you pulled away from George, your lips still tingling from his touch. You looked up at him, a smile spreading across your face as he grinned back at you.

"Well, that was certainly unexpected," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

George chuckled, taking your hand and leading you back out into the room. "Expect the unexpected, that's my motto," he said with a wink.

As the door to the closet opened, signalling the end of your time together, George took your hand and led you back out into the room.

As you both emerged from the closet, you noticed that Fred was standing by the table with a smirk on his face. "Well, well, well," he said, "looks like George found himself a keeper."

George rolled his eyes at his brother's teasing and pulled you closer to him. "She's definitely got potential," he said with a grin.

The group chuckled at the exchange, and you felt a wave of relief wash over you. You were grateful that the Weasley twins had created such a fun and welcoming atmosphere, allowing you to relax and enjoy the night. As you settled back into the group, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for what the rest of the night held.

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