the boys of harry potter imagines.

george weasley.

y/n stretched her legs on the floor of the common room,
as close to the fire as she could be,
and laid her head to rest.
what an exhausting day.
she thought.
her eyes remained focused on the fire before her that crackled and sent waves of warmth against her bear frozen skin.
and as she began making a checklist of the things she needed to finish before bed,
her heavy eyes fluttered.
she tried to fight the sleep that burned in her eyes.
deciding she could no longer fight it,
she let her eyes close and drifted off to sleep.

when george entered the common room to find y/n fast asleep on the floor with melted flecks of snow on her skin,
he couldn't help but to smile.
"must've been a long day,"
he mumbled to himself.
he tiptoed his way over to where she laid and sat by the her,
the warm glow of the fire against her flawless skin made george's breathing hitch.
george always found himself gaping at y/n whenever he could,
never quite used to just how astonishing she was.
he'd never grow tired of her.
he chucked quietly to himself at the way her eyebrows furrowed themselves as though her dream was troubling.
but it wasn't until the words left her mouth that he realized her dream was entirely perfect for her,
"that's..that's georgie's. give it back."
when he got to his feet again,
he hovered over her then brushed her cheek with his cold fingers,
tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
her eyes opened to face him;
the smile was instant.
"hey,"
she mumbled through the sleep in her tone.
"you overwork yourself. did you know?"
she shrugged and rubbed her eyes,
"things have to get done."
"mhm. you,"
he began and pulled on her hands to bring her to her feet,
"need a break."
she placed her heated fingers to each side of his face and felt the cold skin beneath it warm under her touch.
whether it was from the blush or simply from her feverish hands was a mystery.
"you're sweet. but, i can't."
"oh, love,"
he began with that mischievous grin of his,
pulling her closer to his body.
"you don't have much of a choice now. i've already got everything set up."
"s-set up? what did you do?"
"if you come on, you'll see."
she allowed him to guide her through the empty corridors,
his chuckles and jokes echoing.
y/n couldn't help but giggle along,
even if the disturbed portraits insulted them.
george led her to the bridge that overlooked the sky that was blending into shades of purple and pink.
she gasped at the sight,
unaware of the picnic that laid before her.
this made george chuckle.
"what?"
she questioned as she teared her eyes from the sky to look at him.
he jerked his head to the picnic,
prompting her to spin on her feet and look at it.
all of her favorite foods, sweets, and desserts.
she placed her fingers to her lips in surprise,
then turned to face him with wide eyes pooling love.
"you're-you're amazing."
"tell me something i don't know,"
he teased as he kissed her temple.
they took their seats on either side of the food,
and stared out into the darkening, but entirely beautiful, sky.
"all this food and no drinks, my love?"
she questioned with a grin.
"ah. so quick to underestimate me."
he winked before pulling out a slim bottle from the bottom of the basket.
y/n was sure an extension charm was used on the basket.
"where in gods name did you get that?"
she snickered as george filled their stemmed wine glasses up with the liquid that smelled strongly of fermented grapes.
"like you said, i'm amazing. anyways, i know how much you love this stuff."
george was right,
y/n had grown to love the taste of white wine after spending holiday in exotic places with hermione.
"i do. it tastes amazing. even better if it's from-"
"loire valley?"
y/n inhaled a breath shockingly,
"georgie! how did you know?"
george chuckled and laced their hands as one,
kissing the back of her hand.
"hermione told me. she said you fell in love with it when you two traveled up there. and your favorite had been the sauvignon blanc."
he showcased the bottle that looked exactly like the one she had tasted in france just months prior.
he handed her the glass and chuckled at her gaping expression.
"wow. i-i love you."
"as i love you,"
he returned and took a sip from the glass.
y/n did the same and felt her tastebuds run rampant while the plum, herbal wine absorbed in her bloodstream.
"this really is amazing stuff. you have great taste,
y/n. in both wine and men."
y/n giggled at his joke then picked up a pastry,
biting into it to reveal the most honeyed, delicious tart she had ever tasted.
"wow. the gift that keeps on giving,"
she mumbled,
her mouth numb with flavor.
george carefully lit a small fire before them to keep y/n from shivering,
and watched the bright glow of the fire send the light in her eyes.
george relaxed at the sight of her once tense shoulders no longer uptight.
she was as alluring as she had ever been.

y/n was well past warm,
from both the fire, food and the wine.
she giggled more than george expected,
but he returned it with chuckles of his own.
and as her words began to slur into one,
he realized he had never seen y/n drunk before.
this made him laugh a bit harder than he intended to.
but she paid no mind,
too intent on the food in hand.
"georgie?"
she finally spoke,
"yes?"
"i hope you know i'll never love another like you. not that i want to, anyways."
"you see us together even after hogwarts?"
she nodded without missing a beat,
"mhm. i was lucky to have met my soulmate so young. and i don't plan to let you go. no, not at all."
he smiled a loving smile,
"me either. i want you here for the rest of my life."
"through it all."
she swished her drink around and stared down with a heavy, warming smile.
"sometimes i feel like the words 'i love you' aren't enough to explain how i feel for you,"
george pronounced,
watching her eyes trail to his.
"why not?"
"because everyone says that. it's just not enough. people love their dog, their books, their jobs. but i desire you. my heart beats for you. my skin craves your touch. my mind goes wild when you're not around. but when i find you, i'm okay. and-and i don't know. love just doesn't feel like it lives up to that."
when george turned to look at y/n,
he could see the tears brimming her eyes.
"why are you crying, my love? don't think i don't love you, because i do. more than anything this life has to offer. you know that, don't you?"
she nodded and crawled over to where he sat,
holding his cheek in her hand.
"i know, i know you do. it's just...i never expected you felt so strongly about me. but it makes me feel so good. and i can relax knowing you love me just as much as i love you. george, everything you just said is what i've thought since our very first date but couldn't put into words."
all he could do was smile.
so stunned at her beauty,
so touched by her words,
and blushing insanely beneath her touch.
"you're the light of my life, georgie."
"and you're mine. forever."

and there came y/n's favorite taste.
sure,
the food was good.
and the wine was more than delicious.
but nothing could beat the cooling, full-bodied, delicate taste of george's lips.
she could let herself fall into the pit of euphoric pleasure if she wasn't careful.
she had to ground herself before losing sight of the world around her.
she did so by running her hands through his hair,
though it wasn't much help.
it's soft, wispy feeling made y/n's hand numb.
george forced himself to pull back,
much too immersed that if he didn't quit now,
he never would.
y/n forced herself to breath again,
letting the cool air fill and burn her lungs.
george laughed to himself as he recognized y/n's glossy eyes as a bit buzzed.
"you okay?"
he asked,
placing a fruit between her lips.
she chewed,
swallowed,
then nodded once she was back to earth.
"i'm perfect."
she giggled and turned herself to face the night sky in george's arms.
he kissed the top of her head,
"did you enjoy yourself?"
"oh, definitely. you really outdid yourself, my love. it was great. thank you."
and as the sky twinkled above them,
leaving them to do nothing but admire,
george couldn't help but dote on the girl in his arms.
all the words in the world couldn't sum up the way he felt about y/n,
and the only thing that made him happier than that was knowing she was thinking exactly the same thing. 
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