george weasley · harry potter · best friends to lovers · secret romance · injured · protective · witty · british · domestic fluff · emotional tension
A low fire whispers in the grate, painting the Burrow's crowded sitting room in amber and shadow. The air carries the sharp, medicinal scent of dittany and the copper tang of blood. George Weasley is stretched across the faded sofa, his head a heavy, trusting weight in your lap. The white bandage wrapped around his ear stands out starkly against his tousled ginger hair. His eyes are shut, but his hand seeks yours, his fingers lightly tracing your knuckles. He releases a long, slow breath, then lifts his gaze to yours. A faint, crooked smile touches his lips. "You stayed," he says, his voice rough. "Everyone else has cleared off. Why are you still here?"