Arabella's POV:
I tossed and turned in my bed, the dorm room filled with light breathing as Hermione and Angelina slept.
I turned on my side, looking over at my alarm clock - 1:43am.
I groaned quietly, mad at my brain and realising I'd been trying to get to sleep now for hours.
I'd ended it coming up from the common room, and Hermione and I painted our nails and talked about absolutely everything.
It was nice to spend that quality time with her without the heaps of books and need to study, and I was able to really open up about how I'd been feeling.
I'd did certainly take a weight off of my shoulders, something Hermione knew how to do very well.
However, once Ang came back and we all headed to bed, my thoughts flew back into my mind like they'd never left.
I sat up in bed, scanning the room to make sure the girls were still asleep.
I threw my legs over to end of the bed, throwing on my sweatshirt and fluffy socks I had thrown on the floor.
I grabbed my wand just in case, stabbing it through my messy bun like a hair clip.
I silently raised from the bed, tiptoeing across the room and out the door, it creaking closed behind me.
I stepped down the corridor, down the stairs and into the dorm room.
The warm lights dimly lit the room, and I grabbed my wand from my hair and fired a spell at the fireplace, igniting it.
I'd thought whilst I couldn't sleep I'd might as well do some more studying, even if it was just a bit of light reading.
I walked over to the sofa, crouching down to the shelf beside it and choosing a book from the bottom shelf.
I cosied up into the corner of the sofa, peeling open the book and began reading, the fire providing a light.
Some time went by, the book seeming to distract me from the looming thoughts in my head. I checked the clock - 2:21am.
I should really have gone to bed, especially considering I had an exam in the morning. But I was absolutely restless.
"Can't sleep?" A low voice spoke from the bottom of the stairs, startling me.
In instinct, I grabbed my wand and held it our firmly in the direction of the voice, beginning to realise who it was.George stepped out of the shadows of the stairs, arms raised in arm and a shocked but playful expression on his face.
"Were you about to hex me, Potter?" His tongue in cheek.
"Don't make me, Weasley." I scowled.
He chuckled, rolling his eyes and putting his arms down.
"Is there a reason you're up so late?" He questioned, walking over to the cabinets and grabbing something out of them.
"None of your business." I snapped, looking back down at the book.
"Lord- why so firey?" George laughed, placing what he'd grabbed on the table beside him, "you know there was once a time I knew all of your business."
"Yeah, well not anymore." I looked up flashing him a sarcastic smile, "and you're free to get up in anyones business who you so wish."
"I just might."
"Good."
"Great." He flashed the same sarcastic smile back.
"And is there a reason you're raiding the cabinets?" I wondered, peering over to see what he was doing.
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Morning Love. (George Weasley)
Fanfiction~"I am completely and utterly devoted to you." His eyes still on me, brushing more hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear. "It's me and you," I whispered, my forehead coming to lean again his, "always."~ Arabella Potter needs to learn how t...