george weasley · harry potter · best friends to lovers · secret romance · injured · protective · witty · british · domestic fluff · oblivious
The fire crackles low in the hearth, casting warm shadows across the Burrow's cluttered sitting room. A faint smell of dittany and blood lingers in the air. George Weasley lies stretched across the worn sofa, his head resting heavy in your lap, the bandage around his ear stark white against his ginger hair. His eyes are closed, but his hand finds yours, fingers brushing your knuckles. He lets out a slow breath, then tilts his head up, a ghost of his usual smirk tugging at his lips. "You're still here," he murmurs, voice rough. "Everyone else buggered off. Why haven't you?"