Dreamlike | George Weasley x Reader
summary: George Weasley sneaks into your bed one night and you don't push him away
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You hear the door open and your hand in on your wand in a split second. The birchwood is poised under your pillow, a million spells on the tip of your tongue. That is until a familiar face pops through the bed curtains.
"Don't shoot." George whispers, hands coming up in defense alongside his devilish smile.
"What in the world?"
You pull him into your bed and he squishes you. But that's better than him being found out. Then again, being found in your bed...the bed of a girl...of Head Girl...
"Thanks for the warm welcome." George wiggles his brows as he makes himself comfortable. It doesn't last long as you shush him and hit him with a pillow. You shush him again when he reacts with a laugh.
"What are you doing?"
"Saying hello." He says nonchalantly. The younger of the Weasley twins holds the confidence of his twin in this moment, the sliver of moonlight peaking through the curtains highlight a brilliant smile.
"It's the middle of the night."
He tilts is head, as if he hadn't noticed before. "Then I guess I'm saying goodnight."
"Goodnight." You go to force him out of the bed but he grabs your hands to stop you.
"Come on," He tilts his head the other direction. "Say hello back.
You take a deep breath, understanding he's not leaving anytime soon. "Hello." You whisper.
He smiles at you acceptance of the circumstances, going to lean on his elbow. "You look nice."
You realize for the first time you're in pajamas. And not the cute kind. Not that they have to be cute. it's just George. Best friend George. Nothing more George.
Not that that's been the thought recently. Recently you've seen him differently. More kind. More gentle. More handsome.
"Didn't know I would be having a visitor." You fix the blanket on top of you as you match his stance.
It's on accident that you end up so close, your faces mere inches. You both breathe in and seem to notice before you back up a bit.
A bit too much that is, as you nearly fall off the bed. George grabs you from collapsing and causing his presence to be known.
"I don't bite." He reminds, pulling you close. His smirk is more troublesome now. More attractive.
"Just the chocolate frogs you put a spell on?" You wonder aloud. You tucks your hands under your cheek. To your surprise, he does the same so you're on the same level.
"Forget the frogs." He whispers almost silently.
"But they're so cute."
"As are you."
Your breath hitches before you brain catches up. Defensively, you shove him lightly.
"You're deliriously tired."
"Not at all." He holds back a yawn which makes me chuckle.
"Mhm." You shut your eyes, his yawn making you muffle your own.
You feel him move a piece of hair and suddenly you too are wide awake. His breathing gets closer and you can feel his breath.
Is he going to kiss you?
The sound of someone jumping out of bed and slamming the door shut makes the both of you jump. Into each other.
Forehead slam and sounds of annoyance are quickly followed by chuckling.
George looks at you and between your lashes you're sure of it. He was going to kiss you.
And then he is.
Kissing you.
With soft lips. A kind smile that he can't wipe from his face.
And you're sure you'll wake form this dream but when the door slams again and you separate, you're sure it's not a dream. Because in your dreams you were never interrupted.
"I think I should actually say goodnight." He whispers, again so softly you're sure you've missed it.
You want to tell him no. TO stay. But you know better.
"Goodnight."
Dreamlike is the way you describe him kissing your forehead and escaping out of the curtain.
And again, you're sure it's a dream. But when you do wake up the next day and peak down the breakfast table, you recognize something no dream could hold.
Memory in his eye.
