Harry Potter - Preferences + Imagines

⚡Imagine #8 - George Weasley⚡

{Morning}

You stirred in bed for a few moments before opening your eyes, only to be blinded by the sunlight that was shining through the glass panes of the windows; so you  ended up shutting your eyes again. After another minutes or two, you tried opening your eyes again, allowing them to readjust to the light. As they did, you looked around the room and it took you a minute or so to realise that you were in somebody else's bedroom. You weren't even in your own house. 

Rubbing your eyes, you tried to remember what had happened last night. You remembered that you were at the Burrow, staying with the Weasley's as you were celebrating the wedding of Bill and Fleur. A lot of people has a lot to drink and many people had camped out in the garden, including Mr and Mrs Weasley as they were all to drunk to go anywhere else.  

When you realised that you weren't wearing any clothes, you pulled the covers up to your body, noticing that the dress you had worn to the wedding has been thrown on the floor. You heard someone else in the room as they took a deep breathe, that same person was lay beside you in the bed. They stirred next to you, making you stop and slowly turn to see who it was that lay next to you. To your surprise, it was George. 

You were unable to move; almost paralysed. Had the two of you really slept together? Or had you just decided to take off all of your clothes, drunk with the intention of having sex but instead just fallen asleep in the same bed? You really hoped that it was the second option. You and George had always been great friends and now you were worried that this would ruin that friendship.  He stirred again for a moment before his eyes opened and he looked at you and smiled. "Morning." He raised his eyebrow slightly and took a moment before sitting up. "(Y/n)?" He asked. "Are you okay?" You gave him a small nod as you clutched the covers up to your chest. In this moment, it all came back to you. It was late at night and there weren't many people left as many had gone home or set up camp in the Weasley's garden. It was just George and you; sitting, drinking, and laughing.  That was when he kissed you, taking you aback slightly before you kissed him back and eventually ended up in his bedroom. 

 You remembered everything, every feeling you felt the night, every detail and you remembered how you felt safe and wanted. You found blushing. "(Y/n)?" George asked you again. He placed a hand on your shoulder, his hands were warm. You felt his hand on the back of your hair, running through your hair. He kissed you again. 

"Sorry." he said, pulling away. "I just needed to kiss you again." You smiled, biting your lip and bringing him closer to you. "Kiss me again." You said as he did, climbing on top of you. 

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