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Wool Socks - George Weasley

Prompt: Reader steals George’s socks before a cuddling session, which Fred rudely interrupts.

Word count: 1,389

Warning: None(:


It was magnificent what a change in weather did to the world. With the snow pouring down around the atmosphere like a snow globe, the homey landscape outside the Burrow appear as a scenery straight from a Hallmark holiday card.

There were no visible lights, other than the strings placed around the wooden hut. Flashes of red, green, blue, and yellow flickered on a timed schedule. All the world was silent while the snow cascaded down to the ground in a soothing waterfall pattern.

You positioned your weight forward, hands clenching the window sill. The prepossessing sight was more captivating than any show you had witnessed before. Winter was a beautiful season despite the harsh cold brought along with the change of season.

The snow blanketed ground seemed so near though as you pressed your hand against the chilling glass perception struck unmasking the hundreds of feet down to the covered ground.

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anonymous asked:

if i asked you about your thoughts on a blinny road trip, would i be asking too much? i love your headcanons but i sort of feel like i'm taking advantage of you when i ask for them

thank you! sending in a request is not taking advantage of me, unless you’re using my ideas for something without my permission. i’d be happy to do this headcanon for you, and i’ll make it a muggle au.

  • ginny weasley needed to get out of town; blaise zabini had an suv.
  • it was an unlikely alliance, but it seemed to work.
  • they were quiet the first few days.
  • ginny had her black doc martens propped up on his dash, and he let his free hand hang out the window with an occasional cigarette dangling from it.
  • no words were spoken other than the occasional, “do you need to piss now?” or “are you hungry?” or “do you have a light?” 
  • blaise didn’t ask ginny weasley why she needed to get out town, and ginny didn’t ask blaise zabini why he agreed to take her.
  • there was an unspoken understanding.
  • after the first week, they started having casual conversations.
  • ginny learned that blaise wasn’t just some rich boy, and blaise learned that ginny wasn’t only hot but intelligent.
  • it was like a breath of fresh air, but he felt punched in the gut.
  • what was she running from?
  • a few more weeks passed, and they now had inside jokes.
  • she would playfully punch his arm, and he would give her side glances that always made her shake her head and grin to herself.
  • they would blast horrible pop songs that ginny insisted she hated but ended up knowing all the lyrics to.
  • and ginny found out that blaise had a sweet tooth that never seemed to die down even after eating a whole container of frosting. 
  • one night, they stopped at a run-down gas station to fill up.
  • ginny stayed in the suv with her feet propped up and out the window, and blaise leaned against the hood staring at her.
  • she had her ear buds in and was zoning out.
  • the summer air had made her freckles more prominent, and she was even getting a sunburn on her right leg that was always closest to the window.
  • she was beautiful, and that thought scared blaise.
  • she caught him staring and raised her brows. that was her way of silently asking him, “what are you staring at, zabini?”
  • he swallowed hard and looked away quickly.
  • he saw from his peripheral vision that she looked disappointed.
  • they were driving for about five minutes when blaise finally spoke up again and asked the dreaded question.
  • “what are you running from, and why did you come to me?”
  • she sighed and sat up straight in her seat.
  • he swore it was the first time he saw her doc martens actually planted on the floor of his suv.
  • “i’m running from reality,” she answered simply, “and i came to you because you had a car.”
  • her answer was vague, but he accepted it.
  • because he understood.
  • he said yes to her so easily because he wanted to get away, too.
  • his lack of response didn’t bother her, but he was surprised when she reached over the center console and grabbed his hand.
  • they stayed like that for the next hour as they drove down an abandoned country road.
  • and blaise couldn’t help but think about the fact that this moment was so real.
  • he could feel his heartbeat jumping out of his chest, and he could feel her skin pulsing against his.
  • this was exactly what she was running from, but she seemed to be no longer afraid.
  • and he figured that he shouldn’t be either. 

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.