George And Hermione

The Christmas tree sparkled in the corner, a plate of half eaten mince pies sat on the coffee table.

The floorboard creaked under his foot, making her look up and see him there, a smile immediately lighting up her face.

“Here.” George passed her a cup of tea, watching as the steam rose up.

“There you are! I was beginning to think you’d fallen asleep at the table.” She chuckled, opening up the blanket so he could scooch in underneath next to her.

He smiled, shaking his head and holding his hand out. “Let’s go outside.”

Hermione’s eyes widened and she furrowed her brow. “George, it’s freezing out there. I’m pretty sure it was snowing earlier.”

“Humour me. Please?” George’s eyes met hers and his heart skipped. As usual.

She huffed, standing up and wrapping the orange throw around her body. “Fine. But this is coming with me. I don’t want to catch a cold so close to Christmas.”

“You’ll be fine, come on.” He moved to wrap his arm around her shoulders to guide her out the garden door.

There was a light sprinkling of snow on the ground which crunched under their feet.

They walked towards the large tree by the pond in comfortable silence, George’s fingers playing with the ends of her hair. They found their familiar seat at the bottom of the trunk and Hermione opened up the blanket to let him come inside it with her.

George slid closer to her side and wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, his arm snaking around her waist as she took a sip of her tea.

“I love winter.” He murmured, staring out at the water and the fireflies dancing on the surface.

Hermione shivered beside him. “I think I’d take summer right now. Why did you want to come and sit out here?”

George paused, his heart picking up pace. “I have something for you.” Hermione’s eyebrows rose. “An early Christmas present if you will.”

Hermione tucked her head closer to his, butting his shoulder. “You’re full of surprises tonight.”

George smiled lightly, shifting in his seat to look at her properly. “Do you remember what happened here 2 years ago?”

“I was sat here watching the fireflies and you came out with a cup of tea and sat with me. You told me you loved me and then you- then you kissed me.” Hermione smiled shyly, blushing slightly at the memory. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget that night.”

George reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, wrapped box. “Open it.” He passed it to her and she handed him her tea to hold as she fiddled with the wrapping paper.

When she opened it up, she gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “George, it’s-it’s...”

“Hermione, I promise to keep kissing you unexpectedly. I promise to love you every single day for the rest of our lives, even when you don’t want me to. I promise to bring you a cup of tea every day.” Hermione laughed, tears pricking at her eyes. “I promise to dance with you when you’re sad. I promise you the world, love. Whatever you want, I’ll get it for you.”

“George, I-“

“Will you marry-“ his sentence was cut off as her lips met his in a sweet, tender kiss.

George pulled away. “You didn’t let me fin-“

George shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, trying to stave off the shaking as much as possible. He had no idea why he was so nervous, but his heart jumped at the movement of the plaid curtain in the window. He swallowed, his mouth dry from his nerves.

“I’ll be there in a second.” Her voice called from within in the house at the end of the street. He hadn’t needed to knock so she must have been waiting for him. This thought eased his heart a little more, the nerves dying slightly in his stomach. 

George hummed in response, rocking on his feet as he waited for the door in front of him to be pulled open. His gaze wandered down to his shoes, looking at the scuff marks in the brown leather at the toes and the frayed end of the right shoe lace. He was embarrassed that this was the best he had. He hoped she wouldn’t mind.

Light suddenly hit his face and he looked up to see her stood in the doorway, a smile nervously playing on her lips as she took him in.

“Hey.” She said quietly, her voice just loud enough to cut the night air. She was dressed in a simple black dress that fell just above the knee. Her hair was teased into tighter curls than normal and she had kept her makeup the same as normal but with the addition of a nude lipstick he hadn’t seen her wear before. She looked amazing.

George swallowed again. “Wow. You look- I mean- wow.” He silently cursed himself in his head. He was normally so confident and cool around her. This was not him.

She laughed, throwing her head back and her curls danced around her shoulders. “Thanks George. Are you ready?”

He nodded, pulling his hand from his pocket to offer her his arm. She took it, wrapping her hand around his bicep and coming in close to his side. He hoped to Merlin that she wouldn’t feel how fast his heart was beating. 

They started walking and George rooted around in his head for something to say but nothing came to him. He felt starstruck with her finally on his arm. He had waited a long time for this moment and now it was here he felt helpless. 

“You seem nervous.” She commented, squeezing her hand on his arm for comfort. “Why? It’s just me.”

George glanced down at her and she was smiling softly up at him. He chuckled, placing his other hand on hers. “It was never “just” you Hermione.”

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Tagged by: @protectgeorgeweasley (Doing this on my fic blog rather than my main @horrorsofsuburbia)

relationship status: single as a pringle lmao - hopefully one day

favorite foods: Halloumi and poppadoms, not necessarily together!

song stuck in my head: Beautiful Ghosts by Taylor Swift - absolutely love this song at the moment

last song i listened to: Heart of Glass by Blondie - the Miley cover of this is LIFE

last thing i googled: yorkshire pudding recipes - if you know you know

time: not Friday yet sadly, 

dream trip: Greece to live out my Mamma Mia dreams by singing Lay All Your Love On Me super dramatically on the beach or running up hundreds of stairs singing The Winner Takes It All

anything i want: to fall in love or to find the motivation to write the next part to Epiphany

I don’t do happy writing for some reason, whenever I try to write something happy this happens...anyways I hope it’s not totally awful....

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Hermione was angrier than she had ever been in her life. Her face was red and she could feel her hands shaking as she watched George begin to walk away from her. 

“You don’t get to do that George. You don’t get to walk away from me like I don’t exist. Like I don’t even matter.” Hermione shouted, starting to run after him, her short legs unable to keep up. “I matter George.”

It was raining outside The Burrow, the ground soggy beneath their shoes and the wind whistling through the trees. The Weasleys watched from the window as the two of them argued in the front garden, an uncomfortable air forming around the home.

George didn’t look back, he continued walking trying to clear his head long enough to apparate out of there. He wasn’t an angry person, but Merlin he was so disappointed and upset with her. He didn’t imagine that she would ever hurt him like this, she knew how to push his buttons for sure but she always knew when to stop. She knew this would hurt more than anything.

“Will you just-for Merlin’s sake George, will you just bloody stop!” Hermione yelled. “This is completely-”

“What do you want me to say Hermione?” George halted, so quickly Hermione almost ran into his chest. “It’s fine, it’s okay that you keep hurting me like this? I deserve better than to be treated like shit.”

Hermione started to speak but George continued. “You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore Hermione, you don’t get to do that.” He echoed her previous words. “I gave you everything. I loved you unconditionally, I would have followed you to the end of the earth if you had asked me. But this…I didn’t deserve this.”

Hermione felt her heart drop to her stomach. She hadn’t intended for it to get so out of hand. She was just messing around with Harry and Ron, seeing if she could get a rise out of him. 

She had been annoyed at George, having walked into the shop the previous day to a pretty young witch flirting with him, touching his arm and fluttering her eyelashes at him. George hadn’t shut her down, instead laughing along with her. Hermione had been jealous and George hadn’t even noticed that it had bugged her. 

It was stupid, she knew that. But she had wanted him to feel that way too, to understand why she was upset he hadn’t shut it down. It had just got out of hand.

“I didn’t mean for it to go that far George.” She whispered, casting her eyes to the ground. “I was just trying to-Merlin knows what I was trying to do.”

George scoffed, starting to walk away again. He didn’t want to stand and listen to her excuses in the rain. He had heard enough excuses for today. 

“Please George, please just stop.” Hermione whispered from her spot, rooted on the ground. Her eyes welled with tears as she watched him continue to walk away. “He means nothing to-”

“Yes it but it means something to me Hermione!” George shouted, spinning back around to face her, throwing his arms in the air. “Why can’t you see that?! It doesn’t matter what it means to you, it matters what it means to me. What did you think I would think? That’d I’d be okay to walk in on you messing around with Ron? He’s my brother Hermione. Fuck, he’s your ex boyfriend.”

“George, I-”

“No, just fucking leave me alone. I don’t want to see you, just leave me alone.”