Harry Potter One Shots

for both are infinite // g.w.

summary: george is a hopeless romantic and persuades y/n to spend a night with him under the stars.

warnings: none but alludes to sex once but the absolute fluffiest fluff you've ever seen.

word count: 2.6k

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Y/N lay peaceful in Charlie Weasley's old bed, breathing softly to the chirp of crickets outside her window at the burrow. She always loved the sleep she got when she stayed over the summer with the Weasley's. The fresh night air of the burrow and handmade blankets lulled her to sleep like a peaceful lullaby, promising her that she was safe and sound. She fell asleep the moment her head hit the old pillow, knowing that when morning came, she'd be awoken by Ginny Weasley ushering her downstairs for a breakfast of delicious, homemade pancakes and a kiss on the cheek from Molly Weasley.

However, tonight Y/N lay her head tucked over her hands and stared out the window opposite the bed, admiring the bright stars that littered the dark blue sky. It was a clear night, and she could see for miles over the silhouette of the trees that stretched far out into the fields. The moonlight danced across the pale spot on the wooden floor, illuminating the room just enough that Y/N's adjusted eyes could admire the old bedroom filled with toys and old books from Charlie's childhood.

It had just been an hour after everyone turned in for bed after a night of muggle board games and story telling. She figured everyone was already passed out asleep by now, but she enjoyed the serenity of her atmosphere. But with a glance to the bedside clock, and the sudden heaviness of her eyelids, Y/N snuggled into her pillow for sleep at last.

The serene environment was soon interrupted, stirring Y/N awake just as she shut her eyes. Across the room, she heard an awful tapping. Tap, and a few seconds passed, tap, silence again. She waited until it stopped, and it did, so she shrugged to herself and closed her eyes. Tap, tap, a dramatic return much louder than before had Y/N huffing and tossing the quilt from her legs, stomping over to the window. She was prepared to shoo a pesky bird away but paused when she looked below.

George Weasley stood in the grass below her window, tossing pebbles up at the glass and whisper-shouting her name. She chuckled and pushed the window open, peeking her head out. George perked up as she appeared, gripping the last pebble tightly in his hand as he withheld it.

"Juliet!" George threw his arms open, "What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun and kill the envious moon!"

Y/N clasped her hand over her mouth to keep the loud laughter from escaping and waking up the entire burrow. She shook her head down at George who was looking up at her with a nod, encouraging her to continue the performance.

"Oh, Romeo! Romeo!" She clutched her chest, "Why aren't thou in bed, Romeo?"

George shook his head, smiling like a love sick idiot. Her hair fell naturally from her head, a few rather devious strands were obscured from the rest due to her shifting against her pillow. An old shirt hung loosely around her neck, a few tiny holes worn in through the soft fabric. It was George's shirt, one that Y/N begged to keep despite the newer, more in-tact ones George had offered her several times before. He didn't know that she preferred that one because it smelt most like him, retaining his scent much easier than the new fabrics.

"You're so beautiful."

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest. Her head shook lightly as if to distract him from the growing blush on her cheeks and the corners of her lips tugging upward.