raison d'être (george weasley x reader)

7.10

Inside the curtain drawn privacy of his canopy bed, George's hands gently moved up and down Y/N's sides, lips curled into a perpetual smile as he kissed her slowly.

She let out quiet hums of pleasure, muffling her giggles against his lips and anchoring them together with her hands wrapped around his head. He had pulled her onto his lap the moment they sat down and it didn't take long for his whispers of "I love you" to turn into affectionate kisses.

It was innocent — really. After he finally confessed those three words to her the other night, the two had been more inseparable than before. Now, George was constantly finding excuses to hold her and he was making it a regular habit to steal a kiss from her every chance he got.

He had already been touchy before, but it had grown to levels that mildly disturbed their friends. They were happy for them, of course they were, but it was like trying to pull apart two heavy-duty magnets.

"I love you," he whispered, leaning back against his headboard and pulling her down with him. The positioning forced her to move from a general straddle to most lying down on him. "Swear I'm going to marry you."

She laughed and met him in another soft kiss. "Yeah? Maybe don't tell my dad this time."

George grinned and slipped a hand under her shirt, letting his palm rest on her lower back. His eyes found hers and a happy sight left him, "Merlin, I love you."

"I love you," she whispered, moving her hands to cup his face. "And you didn't even need amortentia to get me."

"You've got jokes now?" he mused, raising a brow at her.

"Yeah, my boyfriend's gotten to my head," she shrugged.

George grinned and pulled her in for another slow kiss, lips parting as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He groaned at the feeling and moved a hand to her jaw to deepen the kiss.

"Not again," a voice complained. "Hey! Get off each other!"

A balled up pair of freshly cleaned and folded socks came barreling through the curtains. George quickly shifted their bodies and lurched a hand out to grab the socks before they could hit the back of Y/N's head.

"Sod off, Lee!" he shouted, reeling his arm back a bit to chuck the socks back out in the direction they came from.

"Let the girl breathe, Georgie!" Fred barked with a laugh.

George let out an annoyed groan and dropped back into the headboard, finding himself even more irritated when Y/N took the disturbance as a sign to roll off of him.

"Why are you two back anyways?" George asked, still refusing to draw the curtains open and keeping an arm over Y/N to stop her from doing so as well. "It's still early."

"Well, our dear Hermione's just informed us that we have another practice tonight," Fred said, moving about the room and causing random shuffling sounds to enter the bed. "If you were out with us, we wouldn't have had to interrupt your shag."

Y/N's face burned at the suggestion and she flipped over to hide her face in George's chest. He immediately wrapped an arm around her and began to trace small shapes onto her back.

"That won't be for another couple of hours," George pointed out. "You couldn't have waited?"

"Nope," Fred said before walking over to the bed. "You two better be decent."

He ripped the curtains open and Y/N jumped at the sound, roughly pulling herself off of George. George, however, stayed still — the only change in him was the exasperated expression he now bore on his face.