the boys of harry potter imagines.

george weasley.

y/n rose up from her sleep in an immense amount of pain shooting from her stomach,
making her dizzy.
"shit,"
she exclaimed and pushed her way to the restroom where she emptied her stomach.
y/n fell backwards onto the tiles of the floor,
sighing at the coldness that gave her an escape from the heat corrupting her body.
"y/n, love? you alright?"
george asked with sleep coating his voice,
finding his way to the bathroom in the dark.
he flipped on the light switch and hurried to y/n who was lying on the floor in pain.
"hey-hey what's wrong?"
he asked softly and lifted her up on his lap,
pushing the hair out of her face.
she sighed and rubbed her eyes that were full of stars,
leaning a head on his chest.
"i don't know i just got sick,"
she explained and slowly got to her feet,
the blood rushing to her head and making it pound.
"you okay?"
she shrugged and took in a deep breath,
feeling her jaw tighten again.
george pulled y/n's hair back as she coughed out the rest of her dinner.
"love,"
george whispered as rubbed her back in an attempt to soothe her,
"do you think you might be uh..p-pregnant?"
y/n let out a tired laugh as she collapsed in george's arms again,
"not a chance. birth control, love."
"oh. yeah,"
he shrugged and kissed the top of her head,
feeling a bit disappointed.
"let's get you back to bed,"
he finally spoke and helped her to her feet.
y/n laid in the bed she previously occupied and got comfortable,
george going to grab her a cup of water.
he lingered in the kitchen for a moment,
imagining what he'd be like as a father.

i'd definitely be like dad for sure.
i'd work way less though.
need to be there for y/n and the baby.

he entertained himself,
bringing a small smile to his face.
"i'd be a damn right good dad,"
he muttered to himself before he trailed back to the bedroom where a lethargic y/n laid.
"sip this for me,"
george instructed as y/n lifted herself off her pillow,
sipping from the cup slowly.
he eventually crawled back into bed with her,
although he absentmindedly turned his back to her.
george was never good at hiding his thoughts,
his body language always exposed him for the truth.
y/n shuffled closer to him and wrapped an arm around his waist,
burying her face in his back.
"you're mad...why?"
she whispered,
placing a kiss on his shoulder.
"i'm not mad. go to sleep, you're sick."
"george,"
she spoke softly,
making him sigh loudly.
all his defenses came crumbling at the sound of her wholesome and caring voice.
he turned to lay on his back and looked at y/n whose eyes were glistening with love he knew she only felt for him.
"i-i don't know. i just thought for a split second you were pregnant and i got..."
"excited?"
"yeah,"
he nodded,
finding comfort in the way she was able to complete his sentences.
y/n knew and understood him with no judgement,
and he'd forever admire her for it.
"are you saying you want a kid, george?"
"...yeah."
she giggled and laid her head on his chest,
running her hand up and down his abdomen.
"why are you laughing? would it be so wrong of me to want to have a kid with you?"
george asked with a raised voice.
"no, love, not at all,"
y/n reassured him gently,
placing a kiss on his chin.
"but maybe when we're further in life, yeah? when-when we're rich and famous and have all the things we need to give him or her a great life."
george smiled and nodded his head,
realizing his thoughts of having a kid right this second would be foolish.
"you're right. oh, y/n, i love you,"
he breathed out and pulled her close to his chest,
being sure not to squeeze too tight.
"i love you more, weasley. now, let your sick girlfriend go to sleep."