“Gaaah, oops, Y/N go long!” A shout prompts you to spring into action, run and jump as high as you possibly can to touch your fingers to the airborne quaffle and catch it in your hands. “Sorry about that, nice catch though,” George Weasley smiles at you as your land triumphantly on your feet holding the ball.
You and your friends had brought your brooms down to the black lake on this brilliantly sunny afternoon intending to have an amateur game of quidditch, but had ended up playing the good old muggle game of catch instead. You shake your head at him “Thanks, but next time I’d appreciate it if you could try and aim for at least my head; we aren’t all skyscrapers like you and Fred!” Everyone laughs, and George grins sheepishly.
“Well, how about I show you what it’s like up here?” He replies mischievously, walking over to you and picking you up, placing you carefully up onto his broad shoulders with muscles made lean from being a beater on the quidditch house team. “George!” You squeal, knotting your hands into his shiny red hair to try and hold on as he starts to trot around. “How do you like the view up here love?” He chuckles. “Put me down!” You protest weakly through your giggles, but you don’t really mind, you know George won’t let you fall - and besides, it’s hard to concentrate with his strong hands holding onto your legs like that.
“Let’s have races!” Fred exclaims with a glint in his eye, picking up his girlfriend Angelina and signalling for the others to do the same. When everyone is paired up, you spend the next twenty minutes stumbling around on each other’s shoulders, barely able to walk for laughing. You end up collapsed on the ground panting, but smiling. Hermione, one of your friends, whips out a small beaded handbag and manages to produce 10 bottles of drink for everyone. “Undetectable extension charm.” She says laughing at everyone’s dumbfounded faces.
“Bloody brilliant,” Ron mutters under his breath.
Sitting in the afternoon sun, sipping the cool liquid and hanging out with your friends, you can’t remember a time you were this happy. Watching the lake sparkle, you sigh contentedly and look around at everyone chatting animatedly. You lay on back and look at the sky, trying to create shapes out of clouds like you have done ever since you were young. “Look, over there’s a hippogriff,” a voice says quietly, so only you can hear. Looking next to you, you notice George has joined you. Smiling shyly at him, you follow where his finger points and frown “What are you talking about, that’s a centaur riding a dragon!” George bursts out laughing and sqints his eyes playfully “Hmm, well please tell me you see that this one over there is a gnome-”
“Are you blind, that’s a goblin!” You carry like this for a while, unaware whether it’s minutes or hours that have passed.
Suddenly, a loud splash interrupts your relaxed conversation and you both sit up to see everyone but Hermione has jumped into the lake to cool off. “Guys, come on, what if Filch catches us,” she calls anxiously “we could loose house points and-” a large splash from Ron abruptly stops her and she looks incredulously at him.“Ronald Weasley you are going to regret that,” she says with an unexpected smirk as she dives in too and tries to dunk his head.
George gets to his feet and offers you his hand “Fancy a dip?” He grins. “Why not.” You reply, taking his hand. He pulls you up and are happily surprised that he doesn’t let go even when you reach the bank. Everyone gives you a countdown and on three you both jump in as your friends cheer. A vicious water fight ensues and it’s every man for himself as you all battle to splash and dunk each other, learning quickly to watch out for Fred as he likes to sink underwater and grab your ankles.
“Can we go inside now? It’s almost dinner and I’m bloody freezing.” Ron says, causing you to shiver as you become aware of how cold the water is. The sun has begun to set and there was a slight chill in the air. Muttering in agreement, you all climb out of the lake and Hermione casts a hot air charm that instantly dries out your wet clothes. Still shivering, you pick up your broom and start to follow everyone back to the castle, but remember the quaffle you all left discarded. Calling for the others to carry on, you jog back and find it easily, but as you turn around you see George leaning against a tree waiting for you. “Thanks Georgie,” you say gratefully as he falls into step beside you.
“No problem love.” He bumps your shoulder lightly and you feel your hands brush. “Y/N, your hands are freezing!” He exclaims taking them both inside his and rubbing them together. You begin to blush and you are sure he notices as he raises his eyebrows slightly at you. “Here, take this,” he lets go of your hands and pulls off his jumper, a red number with a “G” on it made by his mother, and offers it to you. “Uhh, thanks George, you sure?” You stammer as you take the soft wool into your arms. “Course, it’ll look better on you anyway.” He replies with a wink. You put it on and it immediately envelopes you in a blanket of warmth, although it’s so big it could probably fit two of you in. You breathe in and the sweet musk of firewood, butterbeer, spiced apples and something simply George fills your nose and makes your insides warm too. You’re pretty sure that, to you, amortentia would smell exactly like this jumper.
Turning round you see George staring at you, and you cross your arms self consciously “What? Do I look stupid?” You ask quickly.
“No no, don’t worry, far from it,” George replies, walking slowly towards you until you are only a few inches apart and you have to look up to see his face “In fact, I think you look pretty cute in my clothes Y/N.” Your mouth opens in a small ‘o’ and you blush furiously. George definitely notices this time and he chuckles quietly. Looking into your eyes, he leans in and tilts your chin gently so your lips meet. You jump slightly in shock as his soft lips brush yours, a jolt of pure fire shooting through your whole body. You hear him sharply inhale too, as if he is equally affected. When he kisses you a second time you are more prepared and as you both melt into the sweet kiss his arms tenderly find your waist. After breaking the kiss George rests his forehead against yours then shakes his head in disbelief, causing you to laugh breathily. That kiss was something you had both, unknown to the other, been waiting to do for a long time.