Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines

George Weasley- Nap (c)

Being woken up was probably one of the cruellest and most unpleasant experiences you'd ever had to feel. Only truly horrific people woke up other people unless it was a life or death situation, but if that theory was true your fiancé, George, was truly horrific. Having just been awoken by him, you weren't going to argue with the fact that you were currently hating him.

A groan escaped your lips as you attempted to stretch out your limbs, before snuggling closer to the blanket that was thrown over you.

"Wake up sleepy head," he smiled down at you, but your eyes slammed shut attempting to make him disappear but you weren't going to be so lucky.

Your attempt to make him disappear was to no avail, as a weight was placed onto your stomach, forcing you to lash out and attempt to remove whatever it was from you.

"Get off," you groaned, pushing your hands against the man whom decided it would be smart to sit on you. He rolled off of you, so that he was sat by your feet, lifting them up putting them on his lap.

"Is this what you do whilst I'm at the shop, sleep?" He laughed.

You shuffled up on the settee, so that you were looking at him rather than straining your neck due to lying down.

"Sometimes. But you can hardly blame me. You two were up late last night arguing about what new products to sell. You kept stomping in and out of our room to get stuff, and how the hell was I supposed to sleep? And don't say anything, because I will be complaining to Fred later. So excuse me if I needed a nap," you frowned, attempting to pull the blanket closer to you.

"Sorry love," he said softly. "It won't happen again."

You rolled your eyes knowing it would happen again. The twins were troublesome, and you knew that from the beginning, and you didn't want anything to change, even if you were suffering from a lack of sleep due to the pair.

"I know it will. But I don't mind. Anyway, what did he do, that made you come back here so early?" You questioned.

"Nothing, but it's not a busy day, and I thought I'd come back and spend time with my fiancé. But if you'd rather sleep, I understand," he said, turning his head to feign offence of you having a nap.

Moving in your seat, you turned so that you were now able to kiss his cheek, with his arm looping around you.

"How about a compromise? We can cuddle, and talk, and if I fall asleep I give you permission to wake me up and I won't make a fuss," you smiled softly, resting your head onto his shoulder.

"I can live with that," he chuckled.

"Good, because we haven't cuddled in a while. You've been too busy," you said quietly attempting to not fall asleep. "So we need to make up for that."

"Sorry."

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Written by Charlotte.