George Weasley x Reader

Chapter 7 - Bad dreams.

You had been at the Burrow for three days and already had had a wonderful time with the twins. Their mother, Molly, had taken a shine to you and often smiled at you and insisted on helping  with things that you were perfectly capable of.
Their younger sister Ginny also liked you and often talked about Harry Potter with you, well at you, as she did most of the talking. Ron and Percy were alright as well. You much preferred Ron to his elder brother though, who you and the twins saw as, well a bit of a swot. Apparently there was another two brothers, Bill whom worked as a curse breaker for Gringots and Charlie, who was in Romania studying dragons. All was going smoothly, you had written to Stan and Heather twice and all of you were meeting in Diagon Ally a week before term for school supplies shopping.
It was on the forth night that things started to go downhill. You had a nightmare, a really bad one. It had been about your family. Not Heather and Stan. Your real family, your parents and your baby brother. You'd dreamed that they were calling for you from along a corridor, they didn't seem unhappy. They seemed excited and happy. You always ran toward the laughter and calling but they were always just a corner ahead, just out of sight. You ran and ran but to no avail. They were always too far. After what seemed like forever you sat down and caught your breath only to feel a hand on your shoulder. It was soft and loving. You looked round hopefully, and screamed. Screamed louder than ever. It felt like your lungs would burst and your voice box would come shooting out your mouth if you didn't stop.

You'd woken up sobbing and shaking. Fred rolled over in his bed while George sat up, looking sleepy and scared. He glanced around the room and caught sight of you.

"Merlin's beard! What's up with you?" He looked genuinely concerned. After all usually you were dismissive and laughed everything off. He wasn't accustomed to seeing you in a state like this. He'd never even seen you cry.

"I had a horrible dream. I heard my family, my real family, calling for me. Then, then my mother. Oh my god, she was dead. She was rotting away as I looked at her. George, it was horrible." The last sentence was muffled as you pushed your face into your hands. You doubted that either of them could understand you were in such a state. But George did, and he padded slowly out of his bed and over to your small camping cot. He gently sat you up and pulled your (h/l) out of your eyes . He wiped your eyes with the corner of a pyjama sleeve and held you close.

After a few minutes you started to calm down and your breathings steadied. The house was so quiet you could hear his beating heart. Your breathing deepened and you fell asleep. Not wanting to wake you George lay  down and pulled you close beside him, your hair in his face. He realised how much more relaxed you now were and wanted to stay like this forever. Forever holding you close. About to get up he suddenly decided against it and fell asleep keeping his arms round your middle.