Harry Potter Characters x Reader (Oneshots + Prefences) *SMUT*

Bandage (George Weasley)

Warnings: None
Word Count: 425
Genre: Fluff

"Where is he?" You cried, pushing through the distraught group of people.

You locked your eyes on George, laying on the couch, blood dripping from his head down his neck.

"George.." You whispered, nearly breathless, hot tears pouring down you rosey cheeks.

You leaned down beside him, clutching his cold hand. Fred, his twin brother, someone who you constantly mistaken for George in the first few years of knowing them, held his head up.

"W-will he be okay?" You sniffled, looking at Mrs Weasley, who stroked her near unconscious son's dirty orange hair.

"Yes sweetheart, he just- he just needs rest." She murmured, not taking her eyes off George.

After forty seven heart aching minutes, Mr and Mrs Weasley called you into the living room. You rushed into the room, instantly using your eyes to search for George. He laid on the couch, his head propped up with pillows. His head was wrapped with a white fabric bandage, and his eyes were weakly opened.

"G- my-" You stuttered, hurrying your way to him.

You bent down beside him, stroking his hair, looking into his eyes. Your eyes welled with tears again, you used every ounce of your strength trying not to break down at the sight of your beloved boyfriend.

"Don't cry darling, I'm okay" He shakily hushed, a fragile smile growing on his face.

"I was so- so scared. I- I thought you d-" You sobbed, he lifted his hands to your cheeks, wiping the tears from your stained cheeks.

"I didn't, and I won't. I'm okay" He croaked, cupping your cheeks.

"Does it hurt?" You asked, taking a moment to observe his face.

"Hah, well, yes. Quite a bit, silly." He remarked, his face filling with life.

You foolishly giggled, then pressing your forehead with his. You both sat like that for minutes, taking in each other's warm breath and presence. His lips met with yours, though the kiss was brief, it was magical. Your heart fluttered and his wet lips connected with yours, like a magnet.

"I think we both need rest." You breathed under your breath, looking into his deep brown eyes.

"Good thinking"

You slithered your way onto the couch, tucking your head into his chest. Throwing a knitted blanket over the two off you, he kissed the top of your head, before whispering.

"I love you Y/N"

"I love you George Weasley"

You both fell asleep peacefully in the dim lit room, to the sound of the crackling fire and gentle rain. You had never felt so grateful.