IS THAT WRONG?
Pairings: George Weasley x Fem!reader
Summary: George and you tend to sleep and cuddle in the same bed.
Warning: none?
you always found it normal, it was like an instinct to you
you've been doing it since you were kids, and over the years it just felt natural.
it started when you first came to the Burrow, you guys were 8, Fred and George invited you over for a sleepover.
you played the whole day together and when it came to bedtime, Molly said you would probably have to take the couch as there was no more room.
But George said you could share his bed, so you climbed into his bed and he set up a pillow wall inbetween you both.
you were woken up by the sound of a loud thunder and the flashing lights of the lightning. It was an understatement to say you were scared of storms, you were terrified.
you woke up George by your light sobbing and he found you under the covers, shaking.
he removed the pillow wall and put them on the floor. he pulled you closer to him, whispering that you were ok and safe. that when he's there, nothing will be able to hurt you.
you latched yourself onto him and he held you in his arms. letting you fall asleep.
from then on, when there was a storm, he would hold you and make sure you felt safe.
when you got to Hogwarts, that didn't change, the first time it stormed in your first year, you tried your best to just sleep but you couldn't. so you went to his dorm room and opened the door, finding his bed and crawling in to it, curling up next to him.
the movement woke him up and he cursed, scared by someone in his bed with him suddenly
"I'm sorry" you apologised, explaining the storm.
he wrapped his arm around you and went back to sleep after telling you it was ok.
that morning he said that if there was a storm and you couldn't sleep, to just go there to him and he'll keep you safe.
later on throughout the years you often found yourself just going to his room anyway, it started off just because you couldn't sleep, then because you felt like it, now it's just because you like it.
you like feeling safe and protected in his arms. you liked feeling his warmth and comfort. you liked it, and he liked it too, he, on the rare occasion will come to your room to sleep with you if you didn't go to his.
you and George's roommates didn't mind at first. in the first few years they thought it was cute, you guys found comfort in each other, they found it sweet.
but now that you're in your 6th year, they began to find it odd.
weird, even. I mean your friend Angie, who you shared a room with thought it was still cute, but that's because she found the idea of you two together cute. but she still felt like it was weird. and something about it was wrong.
you guys weren't together, it was only platonic, but the way you two entwined with each other while sleeping was strange to say the least, but you and George didn't think that.
even when you had a boyfriend for a bit in your 5th year, you still went to George in the night.
neither of you ever questioned it.
so when Fred finally brought it up with his twin, George grew curious and confused. there was nothing wrong with it.
"what do you mean it's weird?" George questioned his brother
"friends don't do that type of thing" Fred informed him "it's just not- it's odd"
"it's not odd, it's normal" George shrugged
"it would be normal if you were dating, not if you're only friends" Fred tries reasoning
"we're best friends" George corrected
"that doesn't make it any better- you know what, forget I said anything" Fred sighed
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George thought about that for the rest of the day. was it really that weird, or was it just Fred that thought that?
so when he heard you come into his room that night, softly walking towards his bed, he started wondering.
he watched your figure crawl into his bed and curl up next to him
"hey" he mumbled, wrapping his arms around you as you snuggled into his chest
"hey, Georgie" you whispered
he looked down as you tangled your legs with his, your hand in his hair.
he stared at you, the moon hitting your figure perfectly.
he drew shapes on your side with his fingers gently, hearing you hum at the contact. he smiled down at you as you rested.
after a while of thinking about it, George wanted to discuss it with you
"hey Y/n?" he shifted, getting more comfortable, you groaned in protest before humming in response.
"is it wrong?" he questioned.
you moved, moving your hand from his hair, eyes remaining closed
George felt bad, you were just trying sleep and he was laying there, admiring you, wondering why you two do this.
"is what wrong, Georgie?" you grumbled
"this"
you fell silent, and he wondered if you fell asleep
"Love?" he nudged you
"huh?" you whined
"do you think it's weird that we sleep together?" he interrogated quietly.
you moved away from him, opening your eyes as you yawned
"do you?" you inquired tiredly
"no" he responded shortly
"then why are you asking?" you frowned
"I don't know, you don't think it's wrong?" he leaned up, supporting himself on his elbows
"well now I'm starting to" you rubbed your eyes
you both went quiet for a moment, making it awkward
"I'll just stop coming over then, if that makes you feel better" you removed the covers and starting getting up off of his bed, he reached up and grabbed your wrist
"no, no, I like it. come back" he pulled you back into his bed. he put the covers over you and held onto you, resting his head on your chest
"I don't know, Fred was saying it wasn't normal. that friends shouldn't do this. it's a couples thing" he told you. he felt your hands in his hair again, and he felt himself begin to relax.
"well then you should know what to do" you shrugged
you weren't gonna deny your feelings for him, after all the late nights where he would hold you and tell you he's there for you, you couldn't help but wish you guys were something more
luckily, George always felt the same deep down, how could he not. the way you curled up next to him, your hand resting on his chest, right on his heart. it made his heart beat faster, and he was sure you could feel it.
"what should I do?" he questions cluelessly
"you should ask her out, that's what" you heard Fred but in from his bed
"Fred?" George sat up, looking over to his brothers friend
"don't try to deny it. you both fancy each other." the older twin said casually as he turned in his bed
you and George both looked at each other, seeing the love and care in your eyes.
"do you- uh, Hogsmeade? t-"
"yes" you cut him off, smiling up at him. he smiled back, laying back doing, holding you in his arms.
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