Morning Love. (George Weasley)

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Arabella's POV:

The rest of my Saturday was spent making up for lost time with George. We had spent almost the entire afternoon by the lake with one another and left after the sun set.

We then had gone back to George's dorm and hung out with Fred, conscious that he was likely feeling a bit low due to his break up with Angelina.

The three of us had spent the entire night together exactly like we used to, and it honestly felt like no time had passed since we were last like this.

We had ended up falling up asleep talking, all three of us completely passed out until eventually wake up late Sunday morning.

My eyes squinted open as I checked George's alarm clock- 10:51am.

I closed my eyes again, snuggling into George's chest and him pulling me in tighter in his sleep.

I allowed myself to slowly wake up, listening to George's peaceful heartbeat and feel content being back in his bed.

Once I had woken up a bit more, I lifted my head up slightly to look over in the direction of Fred's bed. I scanned the room and noticed Fred was already awake, as he perched against the window ledge, looking out through the glass with the window cracked open.

"Morning," I whispered, rubbing my tired eyes, "you okay?"

"Mhm," Fred nodded, looking over to me with a small smile, "I think I want to talk to Angelina."

Angelina had spent Friday night in another friend's dorm in efforts to avoid Fred, but Hermione had came round last night to let us know she was back in our dorm.

She'd warned us that Ang seemed really out of sorts and wasn't really saying much, and encouraged Fred to go and speak to her when he was ready.

"I think you should," I encouraged, sitting up from George's embrace, "I think you've had enough time apart to cool off."

"Coming from someone who spent almost a month apart from her boyfriend out of pettiness." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes, "shut up."

He chuckled, looking back out the window.

"Seriously though, you should do what you want to do and if you want to go talk to her, I think you should."

He nodded agreeing, "I just don't know what to say... I've never really had this sort of conversation."

I watched as his tired eyes flicked to mine, seeming defeated, before looking back out the window. I sighed sympathetically, understanding how he must be feeling.

"You just have to be honest," I shrugged, "tell her how she made you feel and let her do the same. If you both want to work through it then you need to open up and figure out how to move past it together."

He nodded again, "You're right Belle, I definitely want to try and make it work."

I smiled reassuringly, "I'm glad, I think Angelina is really good for you."

"Me too," he grinned, "and I know it makes George feel better knowing I'm not available to tempt you to switch brothers."

"I heard you, dickhead." George grumbled from his pillow unexpectedly, causing both Fred and I to laugh.

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Fred eventually mustered up the courage to get dressed and leave to chat with Angelina, leaving George and I still lounging around in bed.

I turned on my side to face George, the sheets bunched up at his hips and exposing his torso as he laid on his back, hand behind his head.

"We're being really lazy, we should probably get up." I sighed.