𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

morning dew

It was quite chilly outside and early in the morning, about seven. You were walking towards the quidditch pitch, taking your time to observe the peaceful, dewy Saturday morning.
Walking down to the quidditch pitch every weekend to watch George practice had become a regular thing since you two started dating a couple years ago. Even though it was early, you didn't mind waking up early to watch George. You actually found it quite relaxing, sitting on the field, listening to the birds, while George was above you on his broom. This weekend you had loads of studying to do with all your exams coming up next week, so you brought your books, along with a picnic blanket and some snacks. As you neared the pitch, you saw George sitting on the field waxing his broom in preparation for practice. On the weekends, the quidditch team didn't have practice so it was just you and George at the field.

"Hey stinky", you say setting your blanket on the ground next to George and sitting down.

"Howdy partner", George replied with an innocent smile, "How did you sleep last night?"

"I stayed up almost all night studying for exams, I'm exhausted", you said after a deep sigh.

"Merlins beard y/n! You're gonna fry your brain raw if you don't take a break from those books", George stated.

"George I have to be prepared for these exams, they're a big part of our grade! And shouldn't you be studying too?" You insisted.

"Well- I- I am prepared!" George stuttered.

"Oh yeah? What's the first ingredient of polyjuice?" You remarked.

"Ok fine maybe I'm not that prepared, but I'll just cheat anyway", George answered with a soft grin.

"George Weasley, you can't just cheat your way through things all the time!" You replied, gently punching him on the arm.

"Yeah, yeah whatever", George said ruffling your hair, standing up and grabbing his broom.

"I'm gonna go practice, have fun sucking the life out of yourself darling", he said hopping on his broom and flying off to practice.

You let out a subtle laugh, opened your books and got to work. Usually you were pretty good at focusing on your schoolwork but today for some reason, you just couldn't stop getting distracted. After a while of not really getting much done, you decided to close your books for a little bit and take a break. As you looked up from your studies, you realized how beautiful the day was. The sky was blue with barely any clouds in sight. The grass was still ever so slightly damp with the morning's dew, and the air was crisp with the smell of spices and maple leaves circling the air. Fall was your favorite season so you were very excited October had finally arrived.
As you were laying down on the blanket, observing nature, your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by George flying past you on his broom at an abnormally high speed. He slowly lowered himself until his feet were touching the ground in front of you.

"Wanna go for a ride?", he asked, reaching his hand out to you.

"George, you know I'm scared of heights", you reply, crossing your arms hesitantly.

"Don't worry, I promise I won't let anything happen to you", George says with a devilish smirk.

"Oh yeah, that's very promising", you say smiling as you take George's hand and sit behind him on his broom.

"Hold on tight y/n!" George yells.

You follow his instructions, wrapping your arms around his torso tightly. Next thing you know, you were up in the air, much higher and faster than you would've liked to be going. George took you past the quidditch pitch, around the dorms and finally right above the black lake. The view was absolutely stunning, you could practically see the whole campus from here.

"Beautiful isn't it?" George asks slowing down the broom to a cruising speed.

"It's marvelous", you reply, burrowing your head into George's shoulder.

The pair of you flew around campus for a little while, talking, laughing and admiring the views. In that moment, your fear of heights had almost completely disappeared. You felt so safe holding onto George. Ever so often, you would take your eyes off of the view and admire George instead. His gingery hair blowing in the wind, and hazel brown eyes glistening in the morning light were perfect. Everything about him was perfect. The way he could make you laugh whenever you were down, or force you out of your comfort zone, or even the way he would scrunch up his nose when he was super focused.
You took your eyes off of George and rested your head back on his shoulder to look ahead at the view. You smiled ear to ear, because in that moment, everything was perfect.