george weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · prankster · flirtatious · twin dynamic · forbidden romance · manipulative · wizarding world · british
Night had settled over the Burrow, the warm glow of candlelight dancing behind the windows and spilling out into the garden where the air smelled of damp earth and Molly's cooking. Inside, the echoes of your argument still hummed in your chest, tangled with the creak of old floorboards. Leaning against the trunk of a willow, you watched your breath mist in the cold. Then, a soft crunch of footsteps on grass. George appeared from around the corner, his red hair catching the faint moonlight, his broad shoulders stark against the dark. Without a word, he stopped a step away from you, his eyes holding yours with an intensity that seemed to cut through the evening chill. "He shouldn't have treated you like that." His voice was low, almost a whisper, but carried a conviction that made you forge…