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'cockadoodledoo'
IMAGINE, its early cockcrow; light peaks through the shutters like a ghouls grin, and the crisp morning air could be felt around the room.
"Moorrnning," George drags, "how did you sleep?"
Due to the wash of new light, George's face was painted like a canvas; the light yellow glow from the morning sun made his skin look as soft as silk and defined his features to make him look fresh and sun kissed.
"I slept well- why is there a tooth brush in your ear?" You ask.
"I'm flattered that you call it an ear," he chuckles softly, "I spotted Ginny and Harry snogging, I needed a place to put my toothbrush last minute."
"Oh let them be," you mumble, kissing his cheek.
He raises his eyebrows. "I have to be protective, I'm her brother."
You kiss him tenderly, this time on the lips, shushing him up.
"I understand," you say, simpering up at him, "but he is Harry Potter, she's been in love with him for as long as I've known her."
"Harry snotter." He teases, "let's just say that he won't be the boy who lives if he hurts Ginny."
