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george w- fake dating 2

Four classes had passed, and the kiss between you and George had been replaying in your mind like a broken record. He had kissed you once, for show. He could have done that on the cheek. The forehead. The nose. But he had kissed you.
Twice.

The second time had to be real. Right? Or was it simply to get his ex jealous?

Your two minds had been debating with each other for the whole day. You strolled down to sun-lit corridors, your final class finally ended. You entered the garden area, where you found Fred and George playfully shoving each other as they walked.

George spotted you first. "Ah, hello. My favourite person to fa- I mean, date".
  Fred, who was obviously filled in with the plan on account of his cheeky grin, pushed George towards you. "You two lovebirds should go and do something couple-y", he smirked.

You felt a blush annoyingly gracing your face. "Fred, there's barely anyone around here but us. There's no point"
George, however, smiled and took your hand. "No, no. Fred's right. Let's go and couple-y stuff"

George hand was much bigger than yours, fitting your hand like a glove. You could feel his veins as he gripped your hand tigher. Your blush grew more obvious. "Where?". "Where?". Play it cool, you idiot. "I mean, is your ex near?"

"Dunno", said George. "Let's walk around and see"
"I don't wanna be the third wheel", Fred complained.
"You weren't invited to join us", George replied, before leading you away, grinning happily.

You allowed yourself to be lead, trying to catch up with George and his long legs. He took you to a more secluded part of the gardens. "George, there's no way people will see us here", you said.
"That's the point". George kissed you again, softly. His lips only just pressed against yours, and gone before you had a chance to kiss him back.

George was much taller than you. He looked down and lifted your head with one hand to face him. His thumb brushed the sides of your lips. He leant down again, pausing just millimeters away from your face. "Is this okay?", he whispered, clearly restraining himself from smashing your lips together again.

Your heart beating rapidly in your chest, the words caught in your throat. You nodded eagerly.
George shook his head, studying the structure of your face. "Say it, darling. With your words. Is this-", he touched your lips again, "-okay?"
"Yes. Yes, it's oka-" you barely had time to finish your sentence before he kissed you again. His lips were slightly rougher than you imagined. He kissed you with force, still holding your chin as the tip of his tongue slipped in to your mouth.

You kissed back, equally as passionately. Your hands found his hair, you almost had to stand on your toes to reach it. You and him kissed until there was no air left in either of your lungs, where you had to pull away reluctantly. George took your hand again, kissing it twice.
"Can we be all lovey- dovey in public, now?", he asked, a sweet smile on his face as he looked down on you.

"Yes, yes, you big softie". You joked with him, but on in the inside you felt like doing cartwheels. George Weasley was now your boyfriend. Your actual, real life boyfriend.

"Yay. I was looking for an excuse to ask you out"
"Well, technically you didn't. We're still only fake dating"
George stared at you, before laughing. "No. No, I wanna be your boyfriend. Let me do this the right way, now that I know you like my back". George cleared his throat for show. "May I take you out on a date this weekend? Please?"

You got on your toes and kissed him again. "Yes"