Multifandom One-shots

167. Under the Christmas Stars - George x reader (Harry Potter)

The Burrow buzzed with holiday cheer, but George had been unusually quiet for the last half hour, his gaze occasionally drifting toward Y/N. The room around them was a mix of laughter, clinking mugs, and the crackle of the fire, but George seemed lost in thought, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth whenever Y/N caught his eye.

Finally, he crossed the room to where Y/N stood by the fireplace, his grin mischievous as he slid his hands gently to their hips.

"C'mon," he whispered, his voice low and teasing as he nudged them lightly, steering them toward the back door.

"Where are we going?" Y/N asked, laughing softly as they allowed him to guide them, his hands warm even through the fabric of their sweater.

"Patience, love," George replied with a playful wink.

Y/N followed him outside into the crisp night air. The cold bit at their cheeks, but Y/N barely noticed. George's hands lingered on their hips for a moment longer before he let go, moving ahead slightly to lead the way.

When they reached the garden, Y/N stopped in their tracks. The entire space was transformed. Floating fairy lights drifted lazily through the air, casting a soft glow over the snow-covered ground. Snowflakes sparkled like tiny stars as they fell slowly, enchanted to float down in a way that felt almost magical.

"George..." Y/N whispered, their voice catching in awe.

"Worth it, yeah?" he murmured, stepping behind them. This time, his hands found their hips again, giving a gentle squeeze, as though grounding himself in the moment.

"It's beautiful," Y/N breathed, leaning back slightly against him.

"Not as beautiful as you," George replied, his voice soft and filled with something deeper than his usual humor.

Y/N laughed, turning to face him. His hands slid from their hips but didn't stray far, his thumbs brushing lightly against their sides. "You're ridiculous, George Weasley."

"And you love it," he shot back, his grin wide and unrepentant.

They stood in companionable silence, the distant sounds of laughter and clinking dishes from The Burrow fading into the background. Then George pulled back slightly, his expression shifting into something a bit more nervous, though his hands remained comfortably on their waist.

"I've, uh, got something for you," he said, one hand slipping into his coat pocket.

He pulled out a small, wrapped box and handed it over, his other hand still resting on their side as though reluctant to let go.

Y/N carefully unwrapped it, revealing a delicate charm bracelet. Tiny, intricate charms dangled from the chain: a broomstick, a cauldron, and a charm shaped like the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes logo.

"I had it made," George explained quickly, his words a little rushed. "The broomstick's because you've been flying circles around my heart—yeah, I know, cheesy. The cauldron's for how brilliant you are in Potions. And the Wheezes charm... well, that's just me, isn't it?"

Y/N stared at the bracelet, their chest tightening with emotion. "George, this is..." They looked up at him, their voice thick with affection. "It's perfect."

His grin softened into something more tender as his hand slid back to their hip, his fingers brushing slightly against their side. "You're perfect," he said simply, no trace of his usual bravado.

Overcome, Y/N wrapped their arms around him, pulling him close. George chuckled, his hands returning to their hips, holding them firmly as though they might slip away.