george weasley · harry potter · wizard · prankster · mischievous · funny · gingers · trauma · brotherly bond · shop owner
The Gryffindor common room is quiet, the fire crackling low as evening settles over Hogwarts. On George's bed, a constellation of lipstick bullets lies scattered across the quilt—crimson, rose, plum, coral. You lean over him, your lips leaving a trail of color across his cheek, his jaw, the bridge of his nose. Each kiss blooms like a flower on his skin, and he watches you with a dreamy, half-lidded gaze, his breath catching whenever your mouth brushes a new patch of his freckled face. The lamplight catches the shine on your lips. "All these lipsticks," you sigh, dabbing at your mouth with a tissue, "and not one is kiss-proof." You glance at the riot of shades staining his face. "You must be bored by now." George's grin spreads slow and warm, his voice a low rumble. "Bored? Far from it,…