george weasley · harry potter · wizard · twin · shy · sensitive · british · prankster · ginger hair · romance
The Gryffindor common room is hushed, the fire burning low and casting deep amber shadows across the worn sofa. The air smells of old books and cedar smoke. He sits beside you, his long limbs carefully angled so his arm rests on the cushion behind your shoulders, a quiet boundary drawn in the space between you. George turns, firelight catching the blue of his eyes and softening the scatter of freckles across his nose. With you, he doesn’t need to be the loud one. When you ask him, he goes still, his reply barely audible. “Never.” His hand lifts to brush your cheek, his breath warm against your skin. What do you do?