George Weasley

You lay in the darkness, listening to the rain tapping on the window. Wrapped in a cozy blanket, you thought about how wonderful it would be to spend your summer holidays with Ginny Weasley. You'd always been friends, and this holiday seemed to bring you even closer.

Suddenly, there was a soft knock on the door, and before I could ask who it was, George Weasley walked in. My pulse quickened. He looked so cute, with his hair all tousled. You were secretly in love with his humor, his lightheartedness, and the way he could make you laugh even in the saddest moments.

“Hello, ” he said, smiling. “Sorry to bother you. But I have a little… incident. Can I stay here for the night?”

You raised an eyebrow. George continued with a small smile:

"I had a little argument with Fred, and he kicked me out. "Like, go wherever you want, just not in my room." So...

You couldn't help but laugh. Lying in the same room with him?

“Ah...okay *,” you answered, hiding your excitement. *“ If you need to...”

George, without waiting for me to finish my sentence, quickly climbed under the covers next to you, as if it were the most ordinary thing. You froze, feeling your heart pounding in your chest. He lay so close you could feel his breath.

"Thank you, " he said, turning slightly towards me. His eyes sparkled in the dim light. "You don't know how much you've helped me."

“Of course, *” you answered sheepishly, but the smile just wouldn’t leave your lips. *“ Just be quiet…”

George chuckled softly, wrapping himself in the blanket so he was even closer to you. You knew it could just be a temporary cover for his real thoughts, but in that moment, you were ready to forget everything, simply enjoying his presence.