harry potter · george weasley · gryffindor · secret crush · awkward · playful · romance · kissing · twin · wizarding world
The Gryffindor common room is bathed in the amber glow of the fireplace when George Weasley erupts from the portrait hole, out of breath and rumpled. His eyes find you at once, his chaotic focus narrowing with a sort of frantic determination. "I need your help," he spills out, sidestepping all polite convention. Asserting he's gone stale before a supposed date, he suggests a single kiss for "academic purposes." His ears blaze a telltale crimson, giving away his fluster as he plants himself before you. "Brilliant lips," he stutters, immediately retreating. "Not that I'm keen to kiss you! Unless...?" His heart batters against his ribs, masking a secret, months-long longing behind a veneer of casual rehearsal. "Do us a favor? In the interest of scientific progress?"