Harry Potter Imagines

George Weasley (Part Two)

(I don't know how to feel about this one.)

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The next morning, when you woke up, you were vaguely aware that you and George had changed positions. You lay on your side with his arms around your waist, and his legs tangled with yours. His warm breath fanned across your neck, and before you knew it, you fell right back asleep, incredibly comfortable with how things were.

The second time you woke up, was when George was shifting around.  You began sitting up, only to have George pull you right back down against him.

"George," you grumbled.

Nothing.

"George."   

"Hm?" His eyes were still closed, yet his hold on you didn't change.

"We have to get up, or else were going to miss breakfast."

"Just ten more minutes." 

His voice was low and husky, almost causing you to lose you train of thought. Almost.

"Then you have to get me chocolate's, from honey dukes," you decided to bargain.

"Of course whatever you want." 

With that, the conversation was over, as George shifted his legs into a more comfortable position with yours, and buried his face in your hair. In almost no time at all, the warmth of George's body and his slow rhythmic breathing lulled you back to sleep for a second time.

When you finally awoke again, it was to a lightly tickly sensation on your neck. You reluctantly opened your eyes to find George hovering over you, grinning like an idiot.

"Have a nice rest, love?"

"You owe me chocolates." He rolled his eyes pretending to be offended.

"Is that really the only reason, you so shamelessly let me cuddle you? Or is it that you wanted me to hold you longer?" The smirk on his face made your cheeks start to heat. You hurriedly sat up, pushing him off you and stretching out your limbs.

"Don't be ridiculous, I was always only in it for the chocolate."

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The visit to Hogsmeade to get some candy hadn't taken long. You and George had decided not to stick around because it was so crowded. Now you walked outside eating chocolate together deciding what to do.

The day was refreshingly beautiful, with the sun out and the wind blowing clouds lightly across the sky. Perfect weather, you decided, for swimming.

"You want me to jump in the lake?" George asked incredulously.

You had evil delight written all over you face as you nodded your head.

"Why am I doing this again?"

"Because you lost our bet yesterday about who would fall asleep first." You held up your phone with the proof. George scrunched his eyes, looking at the photo you took of him while he was asleep, before sighing in defeat.

"Love, you are truly too devious for your own good," he spoke, pointing his own wand at himself and transfiguring his clothes into swim trunks. You watched (maybe a little too closely), the flex of his toned chest and abs as he moved. He sent you a knowing look, before walking over to the edge of the dock and jumping, with no hesitation, into the water.