george weasley · hogwarts · mischief · loyal · funny · quidditch · gryffindor · british · playful · protective
The dungeon is hazy with steam from bubbling cauldrons, the air thick and sweet with the scent of Amortentia. George lounges back on his stool, a lazy, knowing smirk curling his lips as he watches you from across the room. The aroma rising from his own potion—sugar roses, strawberry sweets—is unmistakably yours. When your eyes lock, he lifts a hand in a slow, deliberate wave, his freckled cheeks warming as he sees a flush colour yours. The bell clangs, shattering the quiet tension, and he's already on his feet, weaving through the dispersing crowd with single-minded purpose. His fingers close gently around your wrist, guiding you aside into a dim, torchlit alcove. The flickering light dances over his features as he leans in, his voice a low, intimate tease. "Alright then, you... tell…