𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

in the library

"Oh my god! Get out! What are you doing?" Your friend Meg yelled, frantically climbing off of the random 4th year she was making out with.

"I-I'm so sorry!" You stutter, wide eyed.

"Can u please knock next time y/n?" Meg asks rolling her eyes and backing you out of the room, the door slamming in your face.

"Bloody hell", you murmur to yourself, stumbling away from the door and back to the common room.

It was about 12 o'clock on a Saturday afternoon. As you were sitting on one of the coaches in the common room reading a book, you noticed your stomach start to growl and figured you should head down to lunch. Still flustered by the strange events you just walked in on, you briskly rushed towards the great hall where you see most of your friends already chowing down on their meals.

"Hey guys! Guys!" You say, now slightly jogging towards the table packed with your friends and fellow classmates, "you'll never believe what I just walked in on Meg doing".

"Wait what?" Ron exclaims, looking up from his plate.

"You walked in on Meg?" Hermione adds.

"Good heavens, do we even want to know what she was doing?" Fred asks with a chuckle.

Still slightly panting, you start, "Yes, yes, she was—"

"Y/n! I'm gonna kill you! Don't you dare go spreading that around!" You hear a voice shout rather aggressively from behind.

You turn around to see Meg angrily walking towards you, approaching the table quickly, "Meg I-I swear I haven't t-told them anything!".

Meg doesn't say anything, but as she nears the table you can see just how angry the expression on her face reads.

"Uh oh, gotta run guys", you say, frantically running to the left and out the large doors to avoid your maddened friend.

You run all the way through the hallway the doors lead out to and only stopped when you were sure Meg wasn't chasing after you. After a moment of catching your breath, you continue walking to the common room and then into your dorm room where you collect all your school books in your arms.
Even though it was the weekend, you had exams coming up next week and needed to study hard this weekend, so after grabbing your books, you head to the library and sit down at an empty table in a back corner of the large, bookshelf lined room.
You pull out your potions book, a piece of parchment, your quill and ink pad and get to taking notes on Chapter 14: Antidotes to Common & Uncommon Poisons.
Even though it was only about 12:30pm at that point, you were extremely drowsy from staying up late studying the night before, and still extremely hungry from skipping lunch. The longest 15 minutes of your life rolls by, of you lazily scribbling on your paper, until you hear footsteps approaching behind you. You turn to see your boyfriend, George, carrying a plate full of food in his hands and a smile across his face.

"Hey bookworm", he says, dropping the plate on the table next to you, "eat up".

"Thank you, Georgie", you say, dropping your quill and giving him a soft pat of gratitude on the cheek as you pick up the fork and dig in.

"Of course love", he replies, swiftly stealing a green bean off your plate with his fingers, "so are you gonna tell me what you saw Meg doing earlier?".

"Oh yeah, I walked in our room to pick up my books, and she was on top of some dude absolutely hammering his mouth".

"Bloody hell", George says, holding his stomach with laughter.

"Hey! It was terrifying!" You say, slapping his shoulder and laughing along with him.

Once you both catch your breathes, George reaches into the grey bag sitting next to him and pulls out a large textbook along with parchment, quill and ink.

"Wait... you're not— you can't be— studying?!" You say dramatically.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I am studying", he replies with a sarcastic eye roll.

"Well jeez, are you feeling alright?" You ask, placing your palm on his forehead, pretending to check his temperature.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm feeling just fine," he says, smacking your hand away, "I know these exams coming up are pretty important, so I guess I thought it wouldn't hurt to study for a day or two".

"Good on ya mate", you reply with a giggle, scarfing up the remnants of your lunch and then picking up your quill to return to studying.

The two of you sit there for a little while, you trying your best to stay awake, and George taking a break from his books every three or so minutes to poke your side or hum some sort of tune rather loudly in your ear, making you blush and laugh every time. In the very few minutes where George was actually focused on his work, you would sometimes sheepishly look over to him, to admire his adorable focused face. When he was focusing on something really hard, he would scrunch up his forehead and unknowingly twitch his nose like a rabbit. After you noticed this habit a couple years ago, you started calling him "Hopper" simply for the sole purpose of annoying him, you couldn't tell if the nickname itself annoyed him or the fact that he didn't even know what it meant annoyed him more. You let out a soft giggle as you observe his rapid nose twitches and direct your eyes towards the rest of his face instead. You observe his brown-hazel eyes shining in the florescent light of the libraries bulbs, and his freckles scattered around his cheeks. His fiery red hair was looking rather tousled today, but you didn't mind it, you actually sort of preferred the messy look on him.
After a couple minutes of you obliviously getting lost in his admirable features, you noticed him give you a settle side eye, followed by a laugh as he looks back down to his book.

"What're you looking at miss?" He asks between laughter, "I know I'm extremely handsome, but you could at least be a little less obvious about it".

"I'm sorry, it's not my fault you're distracting", you say as your cheeks flush to a crimson red.

"And it's not my fault either, I didn't ask to be born this incredibly dashing!" He replies, now turning towards you with a grin.

"Oh whatever", you say looking down to your paper, slightly embarrassed.

You see him drop his quill out of the corner of your eye, "I was looking at you too ya know, I just know how to not get caught", he says with a wink.

You smile at him for a split second before saying, "well now let's quit looking at each other like stalkers and get back to studying!".

"Okay finnneeee", he groans, picking back up his quill and scooting his chair closer to you, so your shoulders are practically touching.

He reaches his left hand over and rests it on your knee. You look over to him, your face inches away from each other, and finally bring your lips to his in a gentle kiss. He drops his quill out of his right hand and moves it over to cup the side of your cheek, smiling into the kiss. After a moment, you pull away, now madly blushing, butterflies emerging in your stomach.

"Okay, okay, now seriously! We're studying!" You say, picking up your quill with a silly smile plastered across your face.

George does the same and sarcastically murmurs, "oh yeah sure... studying".