Perfect Match(A George Weasley Love Story)

Back Home

"No!" I screamed, waking up from yet another nightmare in a cold sweat. I opened my eyes and sat up, clutching the sheets to my bare chest and breathing heavily. It was pitch black through the window, only a bit of light from the stars shining into the room.

"What's wrong?" George mumbled sleepily, rubbing his eyes and sitting up with me. "Nightmares?"

"Yeah," I breathed, trying to contain myself and slow down my breathing. "I'm okay, I'm okay," I whispered, trying to convince myself more than George. 

"Come here," he mumbled, still half asleep as he laid down and opened up his arms to me. I laid back down as well and moved over into his embrace, resting my forehead against his bare chest and holding tightly to him. 

"George?"

"Hm?"

"Can we talk for a bit? I don't know if I can go back to sleep."

"Okay, I'm awake," he whispered, running his hands up and down my bare back.

"Thank you for being so gentle and sweet earlier, George," I whispered, moving even closer to him. "It's embarrassing to admit to it, but you were my first. And, you were quite wonderful."

"Mmmm," he hummed, a smile spreading across his face as my hands went to his bare back. "I love you so much, Britta. You were wonderful as well, I couldn't imagine making love to and cuddling with someone else so beautiful and sweet, even though your little, tiny hands are freezing cold."

With that, I just smiled and rested my cheek against his chest and snuggled up closer to him.

"George?"

"Yes, love?"

"You know what I think we should do over the summer?"

"Hm?"

"I think we should have some sleepovers, just so we could do more of this," I giggled, leaning up and pressing a few kisses to his lips.

"You have no idea how much I would love that, my darling," George whispered against my lips, twisting his fingers through my hair. I moved up more so that our noses were about an inch from touching and we were just looking at each other, smiling. George rolled over so that he was hovering over me, his upper body over mine and his legs next to mine still. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to my lips, the kiss slowly becoming more and more passionate. 

"Round two?" I asked, a smirk on my lips as my fingers twirled through his hair. 

"Gosh, I love you," George muttered against my lips, causing me to laugh a little.

----------

I woke up to the early morning sun streaming through the window and the distant sound of birds chirping as well. My back was against George's chest, who was out like a light and had his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist. I turned in his embrace and looked at his sweet, sleeping face, and adorable messy hair, a smile spreading across my face. I wiggled out of his embrace so I didn't wake him and grabbed my clothes off of the floor, quickly slipping into them and summoning my camera quickly. I grabbed the sheet and yanked it up so that everything on George was covered, and snapped a picture of him, grabbing the picture that was printed out and smiling at it. I sent my camera and the picture back into my trunk with magic before I grabbed George's clothes off of the ground and folded them, neatly stacking them on the bed where I was laying before. I walked over to the other side of the bed and sat next to George's back, my hands traveling up and down his bare back.

"George, darling," I whispered, kissing his cheek and watching as he slowly woke up. He rolled over and grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips sweetly. "It's fairly early, I figured we should get up now, I'll go back to my infirmary bed and you go to your dorm, so no one suspects anything."