Maybe One Day (George Weasley x Reader)

Part 1: Maybe One Day

A/n: I'm back with a George story this time!! I created a separate story because it became a bit more of its own series then a one-shot. Also, I'm back at University now so while I have the peace to write now, when classes start I might be a bit busier – just a fair warning. Anyway hope you enjoy because I feel like I haven't wrote Georgie in so long! (and sorry if Fleur is OOC).

Word Count: 2,385

Warnings: Lil' bit of implied smut but other than that cute, cute fluff and a hint of angst at the end.

The sun shone brightly in through the window. Its light glared at you even through your closed eyes, you groaned in your still half-asleep state and curled further into the warm body of your boyfriend lying next to you.

You laid with your eyes still closed but you were no longer asleep and couldn't drift off again now that you had been woken up. You heard a murmur of a voice and then felt a kiss to your head which made you smile, letting George know you were awake.

3 years of being together and he still made you fall madly in love with him more every day.

"Mornin' beautiful." George's hand ran through your hair as you snuggled impossibly closer to him. You gave a mumble of 'Good morning' back and went back to enjoying your limited time of peace, laying and enjoying the unusual quietness in the usually hectic house of the burrow.

You couldn't help but shuffle up and look at George. You looked sadly at your boyfriend's bandages and ran your hand over his cheek. He caught your expression and gave a weak smile. "I'm okay. It's feeling a lot better." You nodded but couldn't help but be reminded of the events of the other night. When George had come home, a stream of his own blood running down the side of his face as he slipped in and out of consciousness. Tears still threatened to fall but George kissed your cheeks quickly to remind you he was okay once again. You nodded once more and resumed snuggling into his chest the feeling comforting you. You let the quiet of the air outside and the smells of George from the room you slept in relax you into a smiling mood once more. You were sure nothing could ruin this moment.

That was until the door burst open and something soft was thrown at your head. You opened your eyes to see that the object of interest had been a pillow and that Fred was stood smirking at the doorway to his and George's room. He must've been up for a while because he was already dressed in his formal attire for the wedding. "Mum said to get up! Come on you two!" Fred's voice was yelling as he pulled the curtains fully open, so the sun became even more present than before.

George groaned, his hand still comfortingly in your hair. "Piss off Fred." He groggily threw the pillow with his free hand towards Fred, but his twin was quick to dodge it with a laugh.

"Now, now Georgie." Fred smirked as George laughed. "Seriously though, I would get up before Mum has a cow." The older twin made for the exit just as Ginny peered through with a serious nod. She was still in her PJs.

"She's already stressed enough, believe me. I got up two hours ago and she still told me off, something about delaying wedding preparations. She's given me so much to do I haven't even gotten ready yet." Ginny gave a roll of her eyes as she carried a box of decorations down stairs. The door closed just as she asked Fred to help her with magic and he gave a sarcastic reply about her learning the importance of hard work.

You looked up at George who was already smiling down at you. He brushed a hair out of your face and leaned down to kiss your head. "I guess we better get up." He grimaced, and you nodded with a similar expression, the temptation of the warm bed combined with the cosiness of George was too much to let go off at least for another minute.