Perfect Match(A George Weasley Love Story)

Christmas Morning

"Wake up, daughter of mine," my dad said in a sweet voice as he chucked a pillow at my head, causing me to groan and sit up in my bed. "That's payback for yesterday."

"It's child abuse," I murmured, rubbing my eyes as I looked around the empty room, Ginny must already be up. 

"Certainly not, now get up," he answered, holding out his hand to me and helping me out of bed. 

"How'd you manage to get up so early?" I asked, straightening out my pajamas, a long sleeve white shirt with a pair of green, red, and black tartan pants, and walking into the bathroom to brush my teeth and freshen up a bit.

"Never went to sleep," he answered, shrugging. 

"Dad, you have to stop doing that. You're going to be eh, transforming, soon. Save up on your sleep," I scolded as I brushed my teeth. 

"I know, I know," he answered, shrugging me off. 

"Take care of yourself," I commanded, washing my face. 

"I know, I know. I am," he said absentmindedly, shrugging me off again. 

"You're impossible," I said, drying my face off and pushing past him dramatically. I walked down the hallway and into the living room, smiling when I saw the crowd of Weasleys gathered around the tree. I walked through the crowd of them all and plopped down on the couch next to Ginny, wrapping my arms around her and laughing as she tried to shake me off of her. 

"Britta, do you want to start off?" Mrs. Weasley asked, handing me a large box wrapped in a shiny gold wrapping paper and tied in a silver ribbon. I smiled and took the present from her, sitting back in the seat and carefully unwrapping the paper. 

"That's rubbish, rip it open!" Fred shouted, causing me to glare over at him. When I had unwrapped it, all that was left was a white medium sized box, which I took the lid off of and smiled when I saw what was inside. 

"Mrs. Weasley, I love it! Thank you both so much!" I squealed, holding my Weasley sweater with a 'B' on it up to show everyone before I walked over and thanked Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. I settled myself back on the couch, my head resting against the arm of it and my feet resting inches away from Ginny. George was sitting in front of me, his back leaning against the couch near where my head was. His hand was resting on the floor, so I dropped my own hand over the edge of the couch and interlocked our fingers, smiling when I felt him squeeze my hand comfortingly. 

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"Alright, last present of the day, 'To Britta, Love, George," Mr. Weasley read causing everyone to whistle at us and George and I to blush. Mr. Weasley tossed me the small box wrapped in a shiny silver paper and I sat up, letting go of George's hand as I began to unwrap the present. Once again, I peeled back the paper to reveal a small box, which I opened, pulling out the small, silver necklace that lay inside (pictured above). It was absolutely beautiful, intricate little details covered the front face of the circular pendant, and it just simply took my breath away. 

"If you don't like it, I'm sure we could take it bac-" George started.

"I love it, it's beautiful," I interrupted, smiling over at him. "Thank you so much," I said quickly before I threw my arms around him, resting my cheek against his own. 

"Glad you like it," he whispered before we pulled apart and I returned to staring at the necklace. "Do you want me to uh, put it on you?" He asked, awkwardly holding out his hand. I nodded and dropped the necklace in his palm, turning around and moving all my hair over to one side. I felt the necklace drop loosely around my neck and then his fingers go to work on the clasp of it, my skin tingling each time that his finger would brush against my neck.