Title: A sneaky touch

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Published: 28 June 2021

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore

Request: [tumblr]

"you're not supposed to be together at the moment, but you're caught up with each other in your room, making-out on the bed. suddenly, there's a knock on the door, and your lover has to hide under the bed before your friend enter. if your lover is hiding under the bed, they might even reach out for your hand, and you have to slap it away to avoid being caught." (I did change this a little to make it mine, but I tried to keep it close enough.)

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It was 5pm and you were supposed to be on your way to the little muggle library, 5 minutes away from your flat. Your friend, Angelina, asked you to meet her there, but when you realised the time, you were already 15 minutes late. You were in a hurry to get ready, not to leave your roommate stranded alone, but as the window of your room opened and non-other than George Weasley's ginger head appeared at the opening, climbing into your room, your lips parted in surprise and your hands stopped in mid-air.

"George, what are you doing?" You asked, chuckling as you grabbed his arm and helped the man into your room.

"I thought I would visit you," he replied with a mischievous grin spreading wider across his handsome face.

"Could have used the door," you smiled up at him as he finally steadied himself on the floor and sneaked his arms around your waist. Without wasting another second, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to you, pressing your lips against his, inhaling his scent of— explosives? Scrunching your nose, you pulled away from him. "Have you been experimenting again?" You asked, earning a silent huff from him.

"Fred had a new idea and we had to try it out," he shrugged his shoulders, your demeanour changing at his nonchalant behaviour.

"I told you! No dangerous business," you scolded him, but you didn't let go of his body. Although you weren't entirely happy with some of their experiments, you were just glad he was in your arms in one piece.

"I know, I know, but we are testing them in a safe environment now, so no need to worry," he hinted a small kiss on your nose.

"The more you tell me not to worry, the more I actually worry," you scoffed.

"Then why don't you show me how worried you are?" George offered you a questioning gaze, a playful grin hiding in the corner of his lips as he ran his tongue across his bottom lip.

"You sly bastard," you shook your head with a disapproving look, but a still growing smirk, before you captured his lips. Running your fingers through the back of his hair, you earned yourself a deep, throaty groan from George, one that made your knees weak. He moved his arms from your waist to your hips, grabbing them steadily as he pushed you towards your bed, until the back of your knee hit the edge of the mattress. "You know, I actually have to meet Angelina," you tried to reason with him, but his lips silenced you as he hovered above you on the bed, his knee resting between your thighs.

"Angelina this, Angelina that—," he breathed against your jaw as he trailed down to your neck, the jealous tone to his voice muffled by your skin. "You live with her for Merlin's sake," he scoffed. "She always steals you from me—," he huffed as he gently bit on the curve of your shoulder, eliciting a silent moan from you. "I have to have a talk with Fred—," he travelled back to your lips, hovering above them. "He should take care of his girl just like I want to take care of you," he whispered against your lips. His hazel eyes gazed at you filled with lust and passion, but most of all with an endless amount of love. There wasn't an ounce of objection from you at the thought of him taking care of you in every possible way and the idea of disturbing the happy bubble you fell into whenever you were around George felt like a crime on its own. Before you could have dwelled on your meeting any longer, you pressed your lips against George's and pulled him down, deepening the kiss. However, the idyllic moment was quickly swept away by a couple of angry knocks on your door, forcing you to part from George.

"I have been waiting for you for the past 30 minutes. Where have you been?" Angelina's voice was annoyed and clearly short of blasting your door down. "I know you are in there. I saw your shoes and your bag next to the door," she scoffed as she kept hitting your door.

"You have to hide," you whispered to George.

"What for?" He gave you an incredulous look. "I'm your boyfriend, it's not a secret," he tried to whisper, but his voice rose higher.

"I know, but if she realises that I didn't meet her because of you, it will take me ages to get her to forgive me," you huffed as you rolled your eyes and shoved him off you.

"What are you doing?" He asked as you grabbed his shoulders and pushed him to the floor.

"Hide under the bed," you instructed him.

"Are you trying to take away the last piece of my dignity?" He scoffed, sitting on the floor, folding his arms in front of his chest.

"Stop being so bloody dramatic and move," you scolded him, but he didn't budge. "George, if you do this for me, I will do anything you want," you offered him, but as soon as the words left your lips, you regretted it. The smug smirk he wore so casually was enough for you to realise that the words you just uttered were too careless and he wouldn't fail to take advantage of them.

"As you wish," he snickered and rolled under the bed, watching your feet head towards the door, letting Angelina stride into the room with an angry huff.

"What have you been doing?" She asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"I just took a nap. I fell asleep. I'm sorry," you replied, quickly rubbing your eyes to make her believe you. With your dishevelled look, that George took care of, she seemed to have believed you.

"Fine," she let out a heavy sigh. "I thought you stood me up," she shrugged as she took a seat beside you on the bed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, I just didn't realise the time," you lied smoothly. George however didn't enjoy the casual conversation you and Angelina were having. He just wanted you for himself and he felt your friend has been taking her sweet time, meanwhile wasting his with you. He reached his hand toward your leg and grabbed your ankle, making you squeak and jump in your place.

"What was that?" Angelina raised her voice as she shot up. Looking around your room, she suspiciously studied every corner. George pulled his arm back and placed a hand in front of his lips, muffling his voice, before he could have revealed his presence with a loud laughter.

"I saw a spider," you cleared your throat, finding it hard to make up all those silly excuses.

"It's just a spider," she rolled her eyes, huffing. "Anyway, go back to sleep if you want, we will go to the library another time," she shrugged as she walked out of your room and closed the door behind her.

"It's all clear now," you huffed as George finally rolled out from under the bed and ran his hands through his clothes, removing any dirt or creasing he could find. "Why did you do that?" You asked with an annoyed look, but instead of an apology, George was grinning proudly.

"Because you took too long and I was hiding under a bloody bed," he huffed as leaned down to you, cupping your face in his hands. "Tell me it wasn't funny," he chuckled with a playful twinkle in his eyes.

"It wasn't," you huffed.

"So, you'd rather talk to her instead of spending time with me?" He raised a questioning brow, before he hinted a tiny kiss on your lips. "Kissing me?" He gently laid you down on the bed, as he held his weight on his elbow, his lips traveling down on your neck. "Touching me?" He ran his fingers down on your side, squeezing your hip.

"No," you whimpered, his trails of kisses burning your skin, your heart beating heavily hidden under your ribcage. Your hands found their way into his hair, massaging his scalp as he peppered your shoulder with gentle kisses.

"I didn't think so," he let out a humorous huffing sound. "Don't you forget, you said you would do anything I want," he met your gaze with a lazy smile across his face, "and I want you," he whispered before he pressed his lips against yours once again. There wasn't even a single thought of objection you could have come up with. You wanted him just as much. And he knew it. He knew you. He needed nothing but to enjoy his time with you, treasuring every single second, every tiny moment he could spend with you. 

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