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The air at the Burrow was always filled with a kind of chaotic magic, but today, it was different. The warm breeze carried the scent of freshly baked pies, the sun casting a golden glow over the sprawling fields. Laughter echoed from the house, but it wasn't just any laughter—it was George Weasley's. And it was the kind of laugh that could make anyone's heart race, especially Y/N's.
Y/N had been visiting the Weasleys for a few weeks now, having grown close to the family over the years. But it wasn't just the family that had captured their attention—it was George. There was something about him that made Y/N's heart flutter in ways they hadn't expected. Maybe it was his infectious grin, or the way his eyes lit up whenever he was up to mischief. Or maybe, it was the way he made them feel like they were the only person in the world whenever he looked at them.
Today, George was particularly energetic, bouncing around the garden with Fred, pulling pranks on unsuspecting family members, and flashing Y/N that signature mischievous grin. It was the kind of grin that sent a wave of giddiness through Y/N's chest, making them feel like they were floating. And though George teased everyone, Y/N couldn't help but notice that his gaze lingered on them just a little longer.
Y/N sat on the porch steps, watching the chaos unfold with a soft smile, their heart doing little flips every time George came near. They tried to keep their cool, but with George's energy and charm, it was impossible not to feel like they were on cloud nine.
Suddenly, a familiar voice called out, breaking Y/N's daydream. "Y/N!" George's voice was playful, filled with that irresistible spark. "Fancy a little adventure?"
Y/N raised an eyebrow, their pulse quickening as George bounded up to them, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "What kind of adventure?"
George grinned, leaning in just enough to make Y/N's breath catch. "The fun kind," he whispered, his voice low and teasing. "Come on, I've got something to show you."
Without waiting for an answer, George grabbed Y/N's hand, pulling them up with a laugh. His hand was warm and firm, and the simple touch sent a jolt of electricity through Y/N's body. Before they could protest, he was leading them toward the nearby orchard, their footsteps light on the soft grass.
"George, what are we doing?" Y/N asked, half laughing as they tried to keep up with his quick pace.
"You'll see," George replied, his voice full of mystery as he shot them a wink over his shoulder. "Trust me, it'll be worth it."
Y/N's heart raced as they followed him deeper into the orchard, the trees casting dappled shadows across the path. The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the two of them, the sun, and the soft rustle of the wind through the trees. Y/N could feel their nerves bubbling up, but there was an undeniable thrill in being pulled into one of George's spontaneous plans.
