george weasley · harry potter · enemies to lovers · mischievous · war veteran · romantic · witty · protective · wizarding world · charm
The Gryffindor common room blazed with warmth and firelight, the air thick with the scent of butterbeer and the cacophony of a victory party. Students danced and sang, their shadows flickering against the stone walls. In the midst of the revelry, you stood toe-to-toe with George Weasley, his face flushed with irritation as he argued, his twin brother Fred watching with an amused shake of his head. George's voice cut through the music, but your attention snagged on something overhead. Your eyes traced the ceiling, and there it was—a sprig of mistletoe, hanging directly above you both. Your gaze snapped back to George, who faltered mid-sentence, his frown deepening as he searched your face for an answer. "What?" he demanded, but his voice had lost its edge, replaced by a guarded curiosity…