I always loved waking up in the house of the burrow. I loved hearing the sound of everyone awake, chatting away downstairs.
It felt homey. My own home at home was quiet. Mum was quiet. I know that’s something that happened after my dad died. She told me stories about before. Stories of all the laughter and happiness. She’s happy with Badger but her true love always was my dad and he knows and accepts it. Ben had always been a quiet child so on his part the house wasn’t loud either.
“Already awake, are we?”
I looked at Georg who laid down in the bed while I sat on the edge. His eyes were closed but he had a faint smile on his lips.
I placed my hand on his chest, gently tapping my fingers against his skin. “It’s ten o’clock.” I told him. “Everyone else are awake and downstairs.”
That made George sit up, banking his head into the top bunk. I clamped a hand over my mouth to refrain myself from laughing as he held a hand to his forehead. “Ow.”
After rubbing his forehead for a moment, his eyes met mine and I couldn’t help but laugh behind my hand. “Think it’s funny, do you?”
“A bit.” I smiled, dropping my hand to the bed. I laughed again but this time I didn’t stop. Him bumping his head, followed by that little ow way to funny to me but adorable at the same time and as I laughed, George grabbed me, throwing me on the bed.
He got on top of me and immediately started tickling me which made me scream in laughter while trying to push him off of me but he was stronger than me. I moved under him, trying to wriggle lose from underneath his body.
“George!” I screamed, hitting his arms and pushing him in the chest.
“Oh, are you ticklish?” He asked, playing dumb. He definitely knew I was. He had done this a lot over the past three years. He’d tickle me because he loved the mood I was in afterwards. That’s what he said at least. “I had no idea.”
I got a hold of his wrists and he automatically stopped. His eyes flicked up to mine, watching as I tried catching my breath.
“I hate you sometimes.” I said, making him chuckle. He leaned down, planting a hand against my jaw as he softly kissed me and then the side of my head, my cheekbone and then my jaw.
“I hate you too.” He smiled cheekily. I raised my torso to meet his lips, my hand running into his hair all the way to his neck where I rested it.
George kissed me back, parting his lips against mine to trap my bottom lip. He groaned against me and suddenly we lost balance and fell out of bed, landing on the floor with a loud bang.
We both started laughing as he now laid on his back with me on top of him. His hands had gone to my waist as soon as we had taken the fall, probably to steady me and make sure I wouldn’t get hurt.
“Do you think they heard that?” He asked and sat up, me straddling his lap.
“I think they heard when you made me scream by tickling me.” I said, wrapping both my arms around his neck. “I swear to Merlin, Georgie. If you ever do that again, I’d have to kick you. Right where it hurts the most.”
“Ouch.” He spoke, his brows coming together at the thought. I smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his shoulder.
“We should head downstairs.” I said before I stood up. I went to lock the door while George got up from the floor as well.
When I was fully dressed in a pair of light blue mum jeans and a plain white t-shirt which I tucked in before putting on a black belt, George was still struggling with buttoning his blue button-up shirt with a lot of small white flowers.
“Do you need any help?” I asked as I brushed through my wavy hair. George looked at me with a soft smile and soft eyes, shaking his head. “You look like you’re struggling.”
“My fingers are... fat.”
“Your fingers aren’t fat.” I laughed and put my brush down before approaching him. I swatted away his hands and buttoned his shirt myself, one button at a time. “This is a new one, isn’t it?”
“I got it during the summer break.” He told me. “Mum had saved up some money to buy us all a new shirt that wasn’t hand-me-down.”
“And you haven’t worn it yet?”
“I was scared to get it dirty or ruin it.” He said. “It’s my first shirt that hasn’t been Bill’s, Charlie’s or Percy’s.”
I looked up at him as I finished, placing a hand on the side of his neck, my thumb stroking his jawline. He leaned into my touch, placing his hand on mine.
“I knew I loved you in year four.” He told me out of the blue, his eyes watching mine. I stayed quiet, willing to listen what he had to say. “Might seem random but I’ve never told you.”
“Year four, eh? Been chasing me for a long time, haven’t you?”
George laughed. “You must’ve noticed. I started growing nervous around you. Hell I even stopped talking about my life because I felt ashamed out of lack of money. Especially because your family had enough.”
My smile disappeared and my eyebrows came together in a frown.
“I knew it was crazy to think like that, especially because you never cared, even when we were just friends but we were fourteen, you were the only one I’d ever loved. I didn’t even understand the meaning of the word at that age.”
He moved both of our hands down between us, intertwining our fingers as he spoke. “You are the definition of good, my darling. You’ve always assured me that money doesn’t matter, that family and love is more important. You taught me that Lizzie, and I am forever grateful.”
“You’re gonna make me cry.” I pouted, resting my forehead against his chest. He laughed,
wrapping his arms around my shoulders while he planted a kiss on my head. “I love you.” He whispered.
“I love you too.”