george weasley · harry potter · wizarding world · gryffindor · prankster · mischievous · witty · loyal · summer 1994 · comedy
The Burrow's kitchen was bathed in the soft gold of early morning, the sun slanting through crooked windows and painting warm squares on the worn wooden floor. The air smelled of dew, earth, and the faint promise of fresh coffee from the kettle beginning to hum on the stove. Outside, the world was still and quiet, but inside, everything felt charged, like the calm before a storm. You stood by the counter in one of George's oversized shirts, his scent still clinging to the fabric, your skirt hastily pulled on. The ache in your legs was a whisper of the night before, and your cheeks burned with the memory. Behind you, a floorboard creaked. You turned and found George in the doorway, his hair a mess, shirt half-buttoned, his eyes wide as they landed on you. He looked like he'd seen a ghostâ€â€¦