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  You got down from your broom stick and walked up the front steps of the Burrow. Although you had stayed for the first days of winter break at home for your 17th birthday, your parents agreed to allow you to spend the rest of winter break with your boyfriend, George Weasley, and his family. You smiled as you knocked on the door, remembering all the times from first until fifth year of him teasing you and pranking you, trying to get the courage to ask you out. You heard George shout something from inside, along the lines of "No, mum! Don't move! I have to be the one to answer the door," before the door was flung open and strong yet scrawny arms pulled you into a hug. "Hey, George," you smiled into his chest. He pulled back from the hug, "Bloody hell, y/n! I missed you so much!" Then he gave a mischievous smile, "But I think there's something on your head." You gave a confused look, patted your head, and looked up when you didn't feel anything. You blushed and hit George's arm when you saw the mistletoe hanging above your head. That explains why George didn't want Mrs. Weasley to answer the door... George leaned in slowly and kissed you for what felt like eternity, but was only a few seconds. Fred coughed before shouting "Oh, get a room!" as Ginny giggled. Mrs. Weasley sighed, "Well, George, why don't you and y/n come inside and eat, dinner's just been cooked. George grabbed your hand as Fred gagged before imitating the two of you and dramatically escorting Ginny to the table. You sat down and Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Mr. Weasley sat down too. Harry said a quick hello as Ron started conversation. "Are you guys going to get married? That's what mum says, anyway." You giggled while George blushed and Hermione hit Ron's shoulder, telling him to shut up. Fred smiled, "Now, now, Ronie. I think Ginny would agree if we said that's a fair question." You and George stuttered awkwardly when Mrs. Weasley came to the rescue, "When they want to get married they'll get married. Now Ron, dear, you'd better be quiet, y/n and Hermione are the best partners anyone could bring home, don't go scaring them off." Ron blushed and shut up for the rest of the dinner, as did Hermione. Harry sat there smiling while looking back and forth between his best friends. Ginny and Fred joked around with your and George as Mr. Weasley harassed Harry about different muggle objects and appliances. Pretty soon dinner was over and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley headed up to bed. Fred suggested watching a movie, Hermione had brought a muggle object that turned little sliver disc into moving pictures with sound. You sat there in leggings and a t-shirt shivering next to George on the couch. George kissed your forehead before taking of his "G" sweater and handing it to you. You smiled before putting it on and enjoying the scent. George wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer. The last thing you heard was laughter coming from the screen before you feel asleep.
You were warm and very comfortable, wrapped up in something heavy and cozy. You were half asleep hearing voices and laughter, "And y/n's wearing his sweater!" It sounded like Fred, who was obviously enjoying watching you. You began to fully wake, realizing that you were laying on top of George Weasley, who had one arm around your waist and on on your upper thigh, holding you securely in his lap. You sat up, pushing your hand on George's chest for support as he woke up too, groaning. Fred was in hysterics while Mrs. Weasley fanned herself. Ginny was smiling in the back, holding back laughter. Ron looked happily surprised, Harry sorry for the two of you, and Hermione looked as though she was trying to be scolding, but just ended up giggling. "George Weasley! What is this? How could you disrespect y/n in any-" It hit you, they all though you had... with George. "No, no, Mrs. Weasley," you interrupted, "This isn't what it looks like -" George interjected, "We just feel asleep while watching the movie and we just woke up-" "I swear nothing happened." Mrs. Weasley arched an eyebrow and you both nodded furiously, blushing all the while. Fred looked as though he was about to die of laughter and Ginny and Ron had finally joined him. Finally everyone left the room and you groaned, burying your face in George's chest, "i'm pretty sure your mother hates me now." George laughed and kissed the top of your head, "Oh she could never hate you. Besides, your far too perfect for anyone to hate." George pulled you deeper into a hug when Mrs. Weasley cam back in to call you for breakfast. "George, y/n. Breafast is- Oh my! George!" She blushed and fanned herself before walking back. "Just come eat when your ready I suppose!"  

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