siriuslyimmoony asked: omf can i request “If you’re going to dress like that, I’m not going to let you out of my sight.” and “Are you trying to turn me on?” with George
of course ;)
- “If you’re going to dress like that, I’m not going to let you out of my sight.”
- “Are you trying to turn me on?”
“I just want one night to ourselves,” you explain to him with a pout. “Without your siblings, or our friends. Just us.”
You had been staying with George this summer, and in a tight knit family such as the Weasley’s, he was pretty accustomed to dealing with numerous invasions of privacy.
And it’s not that you didn’t like it - you absolutely loved all the Weasley’s - but it had been a long week and you wanted George all to yourself for a few hours time outside of The Burrow.
“Alright,” he agrees with a nod. “Go get ready, then. We can go somewhere fancy.”
Grinning, you give him a quick kiss and race up the stairs, yelling “thank you!” as you go.
You run into Ginny’s room, which she had so kindly agreed to share with you this summer, and begin to rummage through your clothes.
Most items were comfortable things - loose fitting shirts, worn out jeans, some sweaters that you had stolen from George. (They actually could have been Fred’s since they had so many duplicates, but who cares at this point?)
However, you had stowed away a few things for situations such as this, and you knew just which one to pick.
It was a black cocktail dress that you loved dearly, and you knew it would be perfect for tonight.
You throw it on quickly with a pair of shoes to match, and you get done just as you hear a rap on the door.
“Hope you’re decent,” George jokes, a smirk on his face as he walks in. He had changed into a dashing button up shirt with a skinny tie to accompany it.
“Never,” you joke back before informing him, “Also, Gin specifically says ‘no boys allowed’ in here.”
“I think I’m an exception,” he tells you. He takes a moment to look you over, and his eyes widen a little. “Blimey.”
“What?” you laugh, looking down at your outfit.
“Where did that come from?” he asks, stepping closer to you.
“I brought it for rare occasions, such as this one,” you say with a smile.
He smiles back at you and places his hands on your waist, “If you’re going to dress like that, I’m not going to let you out of my sight.”
Your hands move to grab his tie, and you bring him closer to you. “Guess you better keep me close then,” you bite your lip.
He lets out a breath of air and you can feel his fingertips squeeze your waist a bit. “Are you trying to turn me on?”
“Maybe,” you reply quietly, giving him a wink.
“S’working,” he tells you. “Sure you don’t want to stay home instead?” He leans down to kiss you, and there’s a desperateness behind it. You’re sure it would turn into a full snogging session if you didn’t stop.
So you pull away and meet eyes with him, “You need to take me on a proper date first, George Weasley.”
“Alright, alright,” he laughs softly, giving you another quick kiss. “Let’s get a move on, then. Faster we go, faster we get back, yeah?”