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“Did you know that Gillyweed was first discovered by a herbologist by the name of Beaumont Marjoribanks?” Y/N articulated, having read it off of their textbook. While most students were in their dorms doing godric-knows-what to keep themselves warm, Y/N and their boyfriend George strayed behind downstairs, keeping each other company as George slacks off on his history of magic essay and Y/N finishes up their herbology assignment.

“Hm, I wasn’t aware of that, love,” George replied as he toyed with the ends of his tie. As Y/N retreats back to their textbook to continue their assignment, George looks up– only to see his lover with their nose buried within the pages, looking absolutely adorable while they pour out all of their concern to some silly little scripts. At that moment, George began to yearn for the same attention; and he realized how concentrated they’ve been that they haven’t even taken a single break.

“Well, did you know that Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor were in a relationship?” George quipped, wiggling his eyebrows at Y/N. “They were not! That’s absolutely ridiculous,” Y/N retorts, sneering at George.

“You know what’s even more ridiculous? How you’re not even paying any attention to your super-hot boyfriend.” George added as Y/N keeps their eyes steady on their textbook, disregarding their boyfriend’s remarks. “I’m sorry, George, but I need to finish this before it’s due or else Professor Sprout will lose all the love she’s had for me. I’m one of her favorite students, you know.”

George merely sighs at Y/N’s words. Just as he was about to continue on with mindlessly playing with his clothes, an idea popped into his mind like a gift from the heavens. With a smirk on his face, he leans over to Y/N and asks, “Would Professor Sprout mind if I did this?” all before he snatches Y/N’s textbook out of their hand and holds it above his head, so as to keep it out of Y/N’s grasp.

“This isn’t funny, George! Give it back!” Y/N hollers in vexation, stretching out their hand and jumping up to reach their book. Unfortunately, their boyfriend was much too tall and possessed much longer arms than they did. As Y/N kept leaping for their book and even went as far as to climb onto George’s torso, all George could think about was how cute they looked at that moment. Nothing made him happier than foolish moments like this– especially now that he was finally able to give Y/N a break from working so hard.

But alas, nothing seemed to work for Y/N and they had no other choice but to simply give their boyfriend the attention he’d been so eager to receive. With that said, Y/N climbs down from George’s body and tilts their head up, coiling their arms around George’s neck and inches towards their lips. As the gap between the two lovers grows smaller and smaller, George slowly moves his hand down to find Y/N’s hair; the book coming down with it and coming closer to Y/N’s reach. When the book is finally close enough, Y/N snatches it out of his fingers and turns around just when their lips were about to touch; the word “Gotcha!” dripping like honey from their voice.

“Now, love, that’s just not fair,” George groans, keeping them close with a firm hold and a delicate touch. “But I’ll let it go since you’re very cute,” George adds, turning them around and crashing his lips on theirs.

As Y/N felt his delicate touch and the sweet taste of their lips on theirs, all they could think about was George– they can feel how warm their body is against theirs, how soft his ginger locks feel on their fingers, and how bloody good of a kisser he was. Their mind was riddled with nothing but George and the infatuation they felt for him– and no stupid assignment can come in between them now.

George felt the moment pass by within the blink of an eye; but he felt it linger on like the faint remnants of the winter breeze on a bright spring day. It happened on one of their annual Hogsmeade trips-- the streets of the quaint village were teeming with vigor and every shop had been swarmed with lively Hogwarts students. Within that crowd was George Weasley, who was frantically searching for the twin that he lost from getting distracted. In his moment of frenzy, he never even bothered to look where he was going; which is what had led him to tumble against a body and down onto the ground.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Are you all right?” A voice ahead of him calls out. The figure of the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen stands before him-- her hair flowed down like velvet, her face had looked as though it deserved to be painted and framed, and she had made the color of her outfit seem as though it should be the pigment of the sky, the grass and the clouds. The ginger-haired boy smiled and simply nodded, and he knew that even the widest of grins wouldn't be able to convey the absolute exhilaration he felt at that moment. Oh, George Weasley had been more than all right.

“Here, let me help you up,” the woman said, reaching out her hand to grasp his. As their fingers touched, George swore that he felt fireworks shooting in between their contact. Suddenly, he had forgotten all about Fred and his quest to look for him. He should be doing all right, he thought. Even if his older twin gives him a good smack when he tells Fred about what happened with that cute girl in Hogsmeade, it would all be so worth it. “No, it was all me, I'm really sorry. I’m George, by the way,” He says, flashing the woman his dashing smirk. The girl smiles back, looking at him with crinkled eyes and a grin so wide that it made her rose-tinted cheeks hurt. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, George.”

On one sluggish and placid afternoon, both you and Fred Weasley had been killing time down at the common room; doing absolutely nothing but letting the comfort of the couch that you shared to absorb your wearied bodies. It had been eerily still for it was just the two of you within the area-- but it was unearthly in the way that not even the famous Fred Weasley could shake things up. No new pranks were on the agenda since George and Lee were stuck in detention, and not even a single peep was heard in the air-- aside from the chewing and the gnawing of rock-hard candy that came from your mouth.

"What are you eating, love?" Fred inquires with curiosity. "It's a jolly rancher," You reply, popping another piece into your mouth. Fred's ears immediately perk up and his eyes light up at hearing the name. If there was something else that satisfied his cravings in the way that you did, it would be candy, chocolate or sweets of any kind.

"Do you want a--" before you could finish suggesting him a piece, your words were cut off as you felt the sensation of Fred's lips against yours and his hands around your face; and it had been far sweeter than any candy that existed. His tongue voluntarily ran against your bottom lip, asking for permission to taste what you’d been offering-- to which you instantly obliged. As his tongue began to dance with yours, he got to taste the sugars of the jolly rancher-- which he realized was nothing compared to the pleasure of your own taste.

“Thank you sweetheart, that tasted positively delicious,” Fred bantered as he pulled away with a smirk plastered onto his face. Merlin, you would hate him if he wasn’t so attractive and charming. “I loved that, I love you.” You teasingly rolled your eyes at his abrupt cheesiness, before leaning back into his lips as you said those three magical words back.

The sun bids her last goodbyes and retreats far into the horizon as an illustration of pinks, blues and oranges stretches out over the London sky and looks down upon its bustling streets. Amongst the masses were Oliver Wood and his best friend Y/N L/N, both of whom were fatigued after a school trip at the Tower of London. Every little artifact that she had seen of the castle had come to be of great beauty to Y/N; and of course, it was the same for Oliver. His eyes, however, had not been where Y/N was looking; for they were on Y/N herself.

Oliver had hoped that they would not be tested on anything they were taught today as he did not actually grasp any knowledge regarding the Tower of London. Instead, he had learned far more interesting details; such as how Y/N tends to bite her lip while she’s in deep concentration and how her eyes widened in wonder as she stared at the crown jewels. As much as the boy hates to admit it, he can never hide how truly smitten he is with his best friend.

As they enter the double-decker bus, Y/N reaches for Oliver’s hand and guides him to the seats near the back. Oliver can’t fathom how warm his face gets every time Y/N makes physical contact with him; but what he doesn’t realize is how her ears turned crimson red as she took him away from their boisterous peers in order to spend some time alone with the boy she admired. Despite the discomfort that the bus seats bring upon their bodies, neither of them can’t help but slump into the cushions and lean onto each other. It had been a tiresome day, and the pair are simply glad that they’re here with each other at its conclusion.

As the bus moves on forward, Y/N finds that her hand is still interlaced with Oliver’s as she does her best to pull her headphones out of her pockets. She and Oliver had both been avid music fans; and they believed that no vehicle ride could proceed without the accompaniment of music. Once Y/N finishes selecting a playlist, she puts on the left headphone bud and places the right one into Oliver’s ear; grazing his jawline in the process. What surprises Oliver is that Y/N doesn’t bother to take her hand away at first-- she simply starts caressing his skin as her fingers begin to retreat back into their own personal space. Oliver finds his cheeks glowing red under her touch, and it takes him a good moment before he could even gather himself. When he finally does, he turns his head and sneakily presses a quick kiss to her cheek, promptly pulling away with a wink and a grin.

“Today was a good day,” Oliver mutters, smiling to himself as he adjusts his position so that Y/N’s head had now been laying on his shoulder and his head was laying on top of hers. There had absolutely been no space in between them; with their hands in the hold of one another’s and their bodies connected through the power of music and the contact of their heads, the two lovers began to forget everything around them and slowly drift off into a light nap.

Even though Oliver was still yet to discover other aspects of intimacy with Y/N, he had already considered what they were doing to be the greatest form of intimacy. No matter what others define intimacy to be, his own definition was to simply be with the woman that he loves. To be able to feel her touch and to be in the presence of a goddess like her-- it was all more than enough for a teenage boy like Oliver Wood.

“And this… this is a movie?” Cedric inquires as he holds the miniscule compact disk to level with his fair gray eyes. You emit a light snicker as you take it from his hands and run it through the DVD player. “Yes, Ced; that’s what we’ll be watching. You’ll like this one, I promise.” The movie commences as you and Cedric try to get comfortable on his bed, snuggling up to one another to keep warm during the film. Neither of you thought that the other would think the same, but the two of you truly did cherish times like these-- the little moments where you get to show him little tidbits of your world. Despite Cedric already knowing about half of the stuff you teach him, he persisted on as he valued any and all moments that he got to spend with you.

As the film went on, you and Cedric had found it to be fairly decent and actually quite enjoyable. The movie you had picked out was a romantic comedy from the 1980s-- and this was perfect as Cedric loved the romance and he loved to hear your angelic laughter. Everything had been fine up until the point where you began to feel irritated at the movie’s story.

“This is just outrageous,” You called out, thrashing your arms into the air. “Here they are, completely and incredibly in love with each other and they’re just choosing to be stupid! I mean, if you really love somebody that much, wouldn’t you want to stop lingering around and tell them?” You expel out a light scoff as you look back on how hypocritical your words were-- if you had really loved Cedric that much, what’s stopping you from telling him?

Your eyes stay glued to the screen in anticipation of what might come next, but you realize by the way that goosebumps have creeped its way onto your neck that Cedric’s eyes had not been on the screen but instead were in search of yours. “Y/N....” Cedric whispered, stretching out his hand to interlace with yours. Perplexed, you finally take your vision off the screen and peer back into Cedric’s eyes. The words you heard next weren’t exactly what you were expecting to hear, but by Godric were you grateful that those words were “I’m in love with you, Y/N.”.