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You woke up from the night quite shaken, you had some kind of nightmare that disturbed you and you found it very hard to sleep last night, hence why you overslept and you were going to be late for class. You rushed to the bathroom, arranged you appearance to be at least presentable, but you were still in your pyjamas. You weren't really having it, so you had in your mind your favorite shirt, but it seemed it was nowhere to be found.
Until it clicked; it was in George's room! You left it one night after you slept there and he gave you his shirt, so now his shirt was in your room and yours was in his. You put some pants on, threw your pyjama shirt off of you, put a bra on and started running down the stairs, through the common room and to the stairs leading to the boys dormitory. You didn't care if people saw you in your bra, you were already late to class and you didn't want to be even more late.
You made it to your boyfriend's room, but no one was in there, so you started searching on his bed, then his trunk. As you were looking through his clothes, you hear someone clearing their throat. Looking up, you see George, standing a few feet away from you.
"Is there any reason you're half naked in my room?" He asks, a tint of amusement in his tone and a smirk on his face. You wanted to answer, but he continued. "I'm not complaining, though. I like the view from here," He says, wiggling his ginger eyebrows up and down in a wanna be seductive way.
You threw the item of clothing in your hands at him, earning a loud laugh from him. "Seriously though, babe, what are you doing here? I mean, I wouldn't mind having sex with you right now, but-"
"Oh, shut up, George." You laughed, getting on your feet again. "I'm looking for my shirt, have you seen it?"
"Oh, you mean that one?" He points at the place under his pillow, where a part of the shirt was hanging out of the bed.
"Yes." You sigh, taking it from under the pillow and wanting to put it on, but George put his hands on your waist and dragged you into a kiss. You wrapped your hands around his neck, but pulled away. "Not now, Georgie, im late for transfiguration, McGonagall's gonna kill me," You mumble against his lips.
"Then why aren't you getting dressed?" He smirks.
You push him off you with a smile on your face. "Because you won't let me."
"Now that's a really harsh accusation to make, Y/N," He says, pretending to be hurt.
"Oh, sod off." You laugh. "Don't you have class, Weasley?"
"Actually, I have my first period off," He answers with a cheeky smile. "Now go, I don't want you killed by Minnie." He pushes you towards the door. "And put the shirt on, I don't want other guys staring at what's mine!" He yells as you close the door and you laugh. You absolutely loved this dork.
All you classes finished and fortunately, McGonagall didn't kill you, but took five points from your house because you were fifteen minutes late. The rest of the classes went quite well, but you didn't see George all day and now it was lunch time, so you hoped he'd be there.
You entered the Great Hall and sat on the Gryffindor table, sighting George, Fred, Angelina and Lee and taking a seat next to your boyfriend.
"Oi, aren't you gonna sit next to your boyfriend?" Fred asks, pointing at the seat next to him.
"Sod off, Fred." You chuckle.
"But I'm George!" He pouts, still pretending to be his twin.
"Oh, well then I don't think you mind me kissing you," You said, leaning in as he sat in front of you. His eyes went wide and he shook his head.
Then, you felt two arms wrap around you and squeezing you very hard. "I have the best girlfriend in the woooooooorld." You hear George say.
"George, I can't breathe," You whisper as he was burying his head in the crook of your neck.
"Shh, girlfriend."
"George , I'm serious. Go back to where you came from," You say, a tint of amusement in your voice.
"You mean my mum's vagina? I'm sorry Y/N, I'm not going back there," He says and everyone laughs, including you. He lets go of you, instead he takes your head in his hands and places a kiss on your lips. "I always joke around because it makes you smile and I love seeing you smile." He smiles at you.
"I actually love when you joke around, but don't let that get to your head." You laugh, kissing him once more before pulling away and starting to eat.
