One and only ; George Weasley

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The next day started off with History of Magic where we just had started a new topic revealing around ancient runes. I was sat next to Kathleen because of the stupid eight-inch-rule. We had been split up in every class. Girls on one side and boys on the other.

I was drawing in my textbook and wasn't really listening. I was trying to plan how to get my father's pocket watch back and that was also what I was currently drawing. The pocket watch with the picture inside of it.

"Psst, Liz."

I turned to see George as he crouched down by my desk, folding his arms on the edge of it while he watched me. "Are you still upset with me?"

"Go back to your desk." I told him. When I tried to push off his arms, he placed a hand on top of mine and my eyes flicked up to meet his.

"I'm sorry I freaked you out." he whispered with a soft smile. "Forgive me?"

I watched him for a moment, hating myself for not being able to be mad at him for too long. I repaid his smile softly and his smile then grew.

"Love you." he sang in a whisper and leaned up to kiss my cheek before he hurried back to Fred.

"Please tell me I'll be the bridesmaid at your wedding." Kathleen whispered. I glared at her and she chuckled, shrugging. "I'll just crash your wedding then."

"Oh shut up." I whispered. "There's no wedding. We're seventeen."

"They'll be eighteen in less than a month." she informed me. "And then we'll turn eighteen in two."

"And do people always get married as soon as they turn eighteen?" I asked. "We aren't getting married anytime soon. I don't even know if he wants that."

"Are you kidding me? You heard him yourself before Christmas. When he talked to Charlie. He wants to marry you, he's just scared you'll think it's too fast to get married after school."

I glanced at her and bit my lip while continuing my drawing. I had almost forgotten George's talk with Charlie. He wanted to marry me. My boyfriend wanted to marry me. We're seventeen. We're young. We don't need to rush anything.

I turned my head to look at George and Fred who sat on one of the back rows, listening while they both looked bored out of their minds. George noticed that I was looking at them and a smile spread across his lips as he locked his eyes with mine. When he noticed I wasn't smiling back, his own smile dropped and his eyebrows came together for a quick second before relaxing them again. It was his way of asking if I was alright when he couldn't use his voice.

I just shook my head and turned my attention onto professor Binns who was currently asking Angelina a question.

After class ended, I gathered my stuff and Kathleen and I walked out of class together where George and Fred waited.

"Eight inches boys, remember eight inches!" it came from Professor Flitwick as he made his way down the corridors. George and Fred stepped back to keep the distance from us and I couldn't help but role my eyes at the whole eight inches rule.

"This is getting ridiculous." Kathleen said. "Eight inches? What does she think we'll do? Jump each other and shack in the halls?"

"Well, I think someone almost did shack in the halls." Fred commented, eyeing George and I. George pushed him before looking at me.

"Can we talk?"

"What about?"

"You know what about." he said and looked around before he took my hand, guiding me away from our friends.

"Where're we going, Georgie?"

"Somewhere we can't be scolded for being too close." he told me before he opened a door to one of the broom closet. He looked at me and I sighed but then entered, George entering behind me. He closed the door while I searched for my wand in my pocket.

"Lumos." I whispered, a light shining from the end of it. I looked up at George who smiled softly.

"Something wrong?" he questioned. "You seemed... down."

"Nothing's wrong." I shrugged. "I was simply thinking."

"What were you thinking about?"

"Kathleen reminded me of something we heard before we left for Christmas break." I said. George's eyebrows came together in a frown.

"Spit it out woman. Be straight with me." He demanded. I raised my wand closer to his face in a warning and he leaned back.

"Don't call me woman."

"Alright! Sorry!"

"Before Christmas, Kathleen and I heard you talk to Charlie." I said, George's face immediately dropping. "Kathleen just reminded me because I had completely forgotten about."

"Oh, please let it stay forgotten." He begged. "I'm sorry I said that to Charlie."

"What?" I frowned. "Why would you apologize? Didn't you mean it? Cause I swear you told me before that you wanted to marry me one day."

"Of course I meant it." He said. "I am just trying to prevent you from freaking out and push me away."

"I'm not going to push you away." I scoffed. "If you haven't noticed, I've grown better at telling you how I feel."

"Depends on your mood." He joked, making me shove him in the chest. "But yes. I did mean it, Lizzie. I wanna marry you someday."

"Okay." I hesitated, stepping back. I still kept my wand between us so that we could see each other in the dark. "How does this summer sound?"

"What?"

"Well why wait? We've been together for two and a half years, we spend every moment we can together, I love you and you love me." I said. "We both want to be married to one another so why wait? If we get married this summer, we have more years together as husband and wife. We turn eighteen soon so it's not that crazy... is it?"

"Elizabeth Blossom." He smirked, leaning on the wall. "Are you proposing to me?"

"I suppose I am." I said. "Will you... marry me?"

As a response, he cupped my face and pressed his lips to mine, making me drop my wand but I didn't care. George pushed me against the wall, a hand traveling down to the back of my thighs. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

I planted a hand on the back of his neck, deeming the kiss and feeling his tongue gently against mine. I groaned against his lips, arching my back as his hand found its way down between my legs.

"George." I moaned, hiding my face in the crook of his head. Luckily, I had just gone from wearing trousers to wearing a skirt since it was mid-march and even though it was still a bit cold, it was warming up. "Protection?"

"Oh fuck." he groaned. I raised my eyebrows, not being used to him swearing with that exact word. "We used the last one a couple of days ago."

"Merlin." I whispered and closed my eyes, leaning my head back against the wall as I tried to control my breathing. After a moment, I looked at him again, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "I'm gonna guess and say that was a yes to my proposal?"

"It was a heck yeah." he smiled, planting a kiss on my jaw before he put me down, my skirt falling down to cover me again. "This summer, eh?"

"Yeah." I repaid his smile. George leaned down and picked up my wand, handing it to me. The line was still shining from it but once I turned it off, I pocketed it. "Go get some condoms in Hogsmeade and meet me here in an hour. Don't get the muggle kinds, they're weird."

"What kind then?"

"Dragon bladder." I breathed before I looked around. "Where are our books?"

"Our books?" he questioned and looked around as well before he scratched the back of his neck. "Oh. I think we left our bags on the floor where we stood with Fred and Kathleen."