Title: Fruitless attempts

Pairing: George Weasley x Female!Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Published: 30 August 2021

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore

Request: [Tumblr]; George Weasley x Reader | Proposing to a busy/overactive lady

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George was seated across the dining table right in front of you, his elbow propped up on the table, his chin resting in his palm as he watched you eating with one hand, shoving a spoonful in your mouth whilst you held your quill in the other, writing in your notebook, some sort of a to-do list. A soft smile spread across his face as he watched you multitasking. You didn't hear when his chair scraped the floor as he stood up. But he made his presence abundantly clear as he took the notebook from you and placed it across the table. Lifting your head, your eyes grew wide. As you met his gaze, a mischievous smile spread across George's face and even though you wanted to scold him, you couldn't stop yourself from mirroring his expression.

"Would you mind turning off that pretty little head of yours for a second and focus on me only?" He asked as he reached for your hand. Though you weren't sure what he wanted, you nodded and placed your hand in his, standing up from your seat. Before you could have taken a step further, he spun you around, earning a sudden gasp from you and you found yourself in his lap, his large frame occupying the chair you previously were seated at, his arm resting around your waist firmly. "Much better," he chuckled at your stunned expression. He placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb running across your skin as his gaze wandered shamelessly between your eyes and your parted lips.

"Georgie," you whispered tenderly as you leaned towards him, pressing your lips against his only for a mere second. "I need to finish my notes otherwise I will forget what I have to do," you tried to reason with him, but he just shook his head in a childlike manner, not wanting to let go of you. "I only need 5 minutes," you added, hoping he would give in, but once again he just shook his head. He was relentless.

George had been trying to create a romantic atmosphere for the last couple of weeks, but it was always ruined. You were too busy and oblivious to even realise the little signs.

If there was one thing that everyone knew about you, it was the fact that you couldn't just stay still and do nothing. It didn't matter where you had to go, if you were needed, you sure as hell picked up things and within an hour you were out the door. Even if you had nothing to do, even if everything had been taken care of in your home, you couldn't stay put for one second, you found something for yourself to do.

If George turned on the muggle tv in the living room and pulled you into his side, you melted into his body's warmth only to jump up a few minutes later to grab something to snack on and then again, half an hour later for a glass of water. Of course, if you had to and you were required to sit around, you had no problem doing so. But even then, your legs kept bouncing under the table.

George had a hard time to find the perfect opportunity to finally get rid of the tiny box seated in the pocket of his trousers, but the odds were against him and mostly it was thanks to you. Candle lit dinners, fancy restaurants, rooftop gardens, whatever it was George had arranged it. He had grand plans to woo you. But each time it went downhill.

One evening when you were still out of the house, George decided it was the right time to finally take the next step. He reached for his side, feeling the shape of the tiny box in the pocket of his trousers. A sheepish smile spread across his handsome face as he walked towards the kitchen and started working on the dinner. Within hours the room had become a mess, but he didn't care. He knew he could take care of it later. He walked to the dining room, picked out the prettiest set of plates and cutleries you kept in an antique shelf and prepared the table with flowers and candles lighting the room, creating a romantic mood. A proud smile spread across his face as he heard your voice coming from the entrance.

"Georgie, we are home," you chuckled, but the happy expression quickly disappeared from his face. 'We' he repeated your words in a whisper. His curiosity grew as he headed towards the door, wanting to curse whoever decided to ruin that fine evening, but as his eyes landed on his brother, a loud sigh left his lungs.

"Well, you don't look happy to see me," Fred snickered as though he knew he was interrupting but had no intention of turning around and leaving. George just shook his head and walked up to you, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead before he turned to his twin and pulled him into a hug.

Although Fred joined the romantic get together, thanks to you, and made it into a business meeting over the shop, George couldn't be mad at you or his brother after all. He knew there'd be plenty of other times to pop the question he had wanted.

But it turned out to be an impossible mission. Weeks after weeks he found himself completely lost. The odds stacked up against him, each of his attempts ending fruitlessly. However, regardless of all the failures, he didn't plan on giving up just yet. He was determined.

George thought booking a table at some fancy restaurant would give you a tiny bit of thinking, maybe even making you suspicious over his intentions. He needed you to stop sabotaging him and at that point he didn't even mind if you finally realised what he had planned. The restaurant situated in Central London seemed to be the perfect night for his grand plan since you'd been talking about wanting to dine there for months and getting in was certainly a difficult task to achieve, but George had it all planned out.

As the night came and George asked you to dress in your prettiest outfit, even he couldn't stop himself from staring at you like a small child at his favourite dessert. In that moment he knew it was the right time, the right place, the perfect moment. Your eyes widened as you realised where he had taken you, a small gasp left your throat at the sight of the restaurant.

"Thank you," you jumped, wrapping your arms around his neck, your voice only a whisper but filled with emotions. As you let go of him, he wiped a single tear from your cheek that escaped through your happy outburst.

"Anything for you, love," he replied with a tender smile, his fingers linking with yours as you walked into the restaurant. Your gaze scanned the place as though it was the Queen's palace, a curious twinkle shining in your eyes, making George chuckle. Everything went perfectly, starting off George's heart at a dangerous pace as he realised the time was coming. He nervously fidgeted with his fingers wrapped around the little box, his eyes meeting yours as a small smile spread across your face. Just as he was ready to stand up and kneel beside you, a loud shrieking noise came from the table beside you. Both you and George looked at the woman whose white dress was covered in red wine, her eyes tearing up.

"I apologise ma'am, I'm really sorry," the waitress kept apologising repeatedly. She was almost at the verge of crying, her voice shaking after each syllable.

The lady whose dress was turning pink just shook her head. "Don't you worry," with a pained smile, clearly not wanting to make the waitress feel any worse. Before George could even intercept your movements, you were already beside the lady, inspecting her dress, beckoning her towards the loo to help her fix her dress.

A heavy sigh left George's lungs as he realised his plan had gone down the drain once again, but he couldn't be mad at you. You were helping someone, and he couldn't find it in himself to stop you, knowing you would feel awful if he did.

Although George's plans seemed to fail each time, he wasn't ready to give up just yet. He wanted to show you with a grand gesture how much you meant to him, and he was ready to bring the stars, the planets, the whole universe down if that's what it took.

He attempted once again to create the perfect mood by booking a beautiful spot in a rooftop garden right as the sun was going down. The scenery was majestic, the sun painted the garden in all shades of dark orange and red, enhancing the plants and blooming flowers surrounding you. The mood was perfect, you were absolutely gorgeous beside him, and the place was stunning under the setting sun. He knew at that moment that nothing could have stopped him from finally asking what he planned for so long.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and hinted a small kiss on your temple as you stood facing the horizon. Your eyes were fixed on the setting sun, but George's gaze fell on you instead. Nothing could rival with your beauty. His soft stare seemed to do the trick and you turned to him with a curious smile, looking into his dark eyes as they studied your face.

"What is it? Is there something on my face?" You frowned, but he just shook his head and placed his index finger between your brows, smoothing out the skin.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met," he confessed. There was no cheeky smile or playful grin across his face. He was completely and utterly serious as his eyes bore into yours as though he was trying to convince you to believe him.

"Georgie," you breathed as you leaned up to plant a small peck on his lips.

His arm moved from your waist, his eyes watching you intently as he lowered himself in front of you, kneeling on one leg, ready to pop the question. Your eyes widened as you watched his movements and within a second you leaned down and gently grabbed his elbows, pulling him up again.

"What are you doing, Georgie? Your trousers will get dirty," you spoke, for a moment stunning him. George froze in his place, eyes growing wide, before letting out a heartfelt laughter, throwing his head back. Drawing your brows in, you watched him with a confused expression, studying him as though he had grown two heads.

"For Merlin's sake, woman, I love you so much," he spoke again as he chuckled and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace, pressing his lips against the top of your head.

George shook his head as he tried to get rid of the memories. He didn't need a fancy restaurant, a candle-lit dinner or a rooftop garden with a majestic view. He needed you only, to ask you what he had been trying to ask for weeks.

His eyes studied your face, his hand caressed your cheeks, his arm pulling you closer to himself. That was it. The moment he wanted. You and him, the only people that matter. A heavy sigh left his lungs as he finally let go of the stress these past weeks had caused him and closed the gap between your lips, kissing you as though there was no tomorrow. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you deepened the kiss, forgetting about your to-do list and whatever you had previously planned. Only George mattered in that moment.

But the quiet moment didn't last long as a fairly loud alarm beeped in the kitchen. "Oh, the blueberry muffins," you jumped up from his arms and headed towards the kitchen, leaving him behind. A frustrated sigh left his lungs as he ran his fingers through his hair. He didn't care about the muffins or whatever food was about to burn down the kitchen. The tiny velvet box in his pocket was burning his skin.

He stood up from the table and kneeled down in front of the kitchen door, just out of your sight. He'd had enough of waiting. Taking out the black velvet box from his trousers, he opened the lid, revealing the shiny little ring resting on velvet pillows, and waited. If he needed to kneel there for a whole night, he was ready to do so.

"Georgie, do you want blueberry muffins?" You asked, but George didn't intend to reply. "George?" You asked again, but there was no answer. Soft footsteps came from the kitchen followed by a sudden gasp as your eyes fell on George, kneeling in the doorway with a tiny box in his hands and a small ring shining between soft pillows.

"Will you marry me, love?" He asked with a soft smile, watching as your eyes glistened with tears, threatening to escape. You placed your hands in front of your mouth, not being able to believe your eyes. Seconds passed, but as he kneeled in front of you, he felt as though hours had been passing by casually, your delayed answer making him anxious. George cleared his throat, hoping to get you out of whatever trance you'd fallen in, and it seemed to be just fine.

You threw yourself in his neck, wrapping your arms around him as you kept repeating, "yes, yes, yes," over and over again, as though the words didn't want to stop.

George chuckled at your enthusiasm and pulled back from you just enough to place the ring on your finger, before he cupped your cheeks and pulled you against his lips, sealing the promise of becoming one.

"Finally," he breathed against your lips with a silent chuckle as he stood up.

"Finally?" You asked, a single brow arching in a questioning manner.

"Been trying to ask the question for weeks, but you seemed to find every possible way to delay the inevitable," he grinned playfully. A confused expression spread across your face as George pulled you to the table and took a seat with you in his lap once again. "Nothing?" he asked, watching you trying to piece the puzzle together. He snorted as he watched your eyes widen and your lips part, realisation hitting you hard, before you squeezed your eyes shut and hid behind your palms.

"For Merlin's sake, Georgie, I'm so sorry," you grimaced as you looked up at him and decided to hide your face in the crook of his neck, feeling embarrassed and daft all at once. "When you cooked dinner for us, trying to make it all romantic, I asked Fred to come over to talk about the shop, right?" You asked, feeling your cheeks burn as you squeezed your eyes tighter. A silent chuckle left his lungs as he nodded. "And the restaurant. You were able to book a table, even though it must have been so difficult and instead of just staying put, I went and helped that lady with her dress," you whispered, the words said out loud making you feel even more guilty. George just nodded in a reply. "Georgie?" You lifted your head, but he wore a mischievous smile across his face, no sign of hard feelings. "Did you want to ask me in that garden when I pulled you up?" You asked, completely and utterly embarrassed.

"That was the plan," he laughed as though he found the situation comical, which he actually did. Now that the anxious weight had disappeared, it was rather funny how each moment slipped out of his hands.

"Georgie, I'm so sorry," you frowned and hid your face behind your palms, wanting to just disappear.

"Why?" He asked as he removed your hands and cupped your cheeks with his own. "Sure, I certainly wanted to make it special, but in the end, I don't care where we are. The only thing that matters is you and me and your answer. You said yes!" He exclaimed in a childlike manner.

"But you planned so much, and I ruined it all. Why are you not even upset with me?" Your voice was filled with guilt, but he just shook his head.

"Why would I be? As frustrating as it was at times, I love you for you. Whether it's because you can't stay still for longer than 10 minutes or because you feel the need to help wherever you can, it's all part of you. And to be completely honest with you, when you pulled me up on the rooftop and said that I'd get my trousers dirty— I'll be telling that story for the rest of our lives," he snorted with a cheeky grin.

"No, you won't," you shook your head, eyes wide at the embarrassing thought.

"I guess you have to stick around to stop me then," he wiggled his brows, eliciting a giggle from you.

"I guess I'll do just that," you snickered as you leaned closer to him and pressed your lips against his. Your body was flush against his broader frame, his lips wandering down to your neck, his arms holding you as though he never wanted to let you go. The sheer happiness caused by being in each other's embrace made you want to stop time momentarily and bask in the moment. 

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