One and only ; George Weasley

12

"What time is it?" I asked, pulling up my trousers while George buttoned his.

"I don't know." He breathed, looking at me. "But I think it's past curfew."

I zipped and buttoned my trousers, tucking my shirt into them.

"You gotta help me with my tie." I said, picking it up from the floor. George nodded at me, tucking his own shirt in before placing himself in front of me.

"I gotta teach you one day." He said as he wrapped the tie around the collar of my shirt and started tying it.

I smiled at him and he glanced up at my eyes, smiling himself when we made eye contact.

"Your pupils are dilated." He commented, finishing the knot on the tie, pushing it up so it sat correctly.

"So are yours." I told him, thanking him once he folded the collar over the tie. I put on my jumper and tucked in the tie so that I was wearing the uniform properly.

I watched George as he tied his own tie, pulling on his jumper and tucking it tie into it.

"Are you coming?" He asked, snapping me back to reality from staring at him. He was holding out his hand, waiting for me to take it. I laid my hand in his and together we left the restricted section.

The library was dark and quiet and so was the rest of the castle. We walked down the corridors, hand in hand, trying to not make any noise.

It was after hours and if we got caught, we'd both have points taken from the Gryffindor house plus detention and we had already had enough detention this year. We've only been here for nearly three months but we spend most afternoons in detention after doing some kind of prank on a teacher. Mostly it was George and Fred who pranked and then I'd do something to purposely have detention so I could join them.

Christmas was next month and I was getting excited, especially for the Yule ball that I was still waiting for George to ask me to.

As we rounded a corner, we saw Filch and I gasped but George was quick to pull me back with him, pushing me up against the wall, with a hand over my mouth.

He shushed me gently, taking a peek around the corner before quickly pulling his head back again.

"Come." He whispered, grabbing my hand again before he started pulling me the other way.

"Mrs Norris. Who's there?" I heard Filch faint voice said before his steps grew.

George and I looked at each other before we started running, still holding hands. I couldn't help but laugh as we rounded a corner and both almost slipped but we regained balance and kept running with the sound of Filch behind us somewhere.

"George, George, George!" I whispered/hissed, causing him to look at me. I tucked at his hand, pulling him down another hallway where we hid along the wall.

We weren't holding hands anymore and we were both trying to be as quite as possible with our breathing.

Filch ran right past where we were standing and Mrs Norris continued.

"We should really get back to the common room." I said. "And find out a way to get the fat lady to not snitch on us the next time she sees one of the professors."

"Don't worry about that. She has a soft spot for George Weasley."

I chuckled, playfully swatting his chest before I walked around the corner and made my way towards the common room, George following me.

When I started making my way up the moving stairs, George was right behind me, grabbing the railings and swinging himself forward.

"Caput Draconis." I told the fat lady in the painting, waking her up.

"Oh would you look at that." She said with a tired smile. "Is the cute couple out for a midnight stroll?"

"We would love to stay and chat but we need to get in." George said, his arms wrapping around my shoulders from the back as he rested his chin on my head.

"Caput Draconis." I repeated.

"Very well." The fat lady said and the painting opened.

"Can you do me a favor?" George asked her while letting go of me so I could walk inside. "Don't tell anyone that we came in after curfew."

"Of course. Anything for you Mr Weasley."

I looked back, scrunching my nose in disgust as I watched George walk in and the painting closing.

"That's weird." I said even though I couldn't help but laugh.

"What's weird?" George asked, kissing me.

"You and the fat lady's relationship." I said, tilting my head as he brushed his lips past mine.

"Are you jealous of the painting of the fat lady?" He mocked, making me laugh as I backed up towards the stairs.

"Goodnight, George."