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“george? is that you?” you mumble sleepily, nuzzling your head further into your pillow as you felt too nauseous to even move. you’d heard the front door open and could only hope that was your fiancé coming home lest you accept your inevitable demise.
george weasley was on you in an instant, your bed now sinking with the familiar weight of him as he gently rolled you onto your back, tutting as you did little to resist. he brushed away the damp hair sticking to your forehead, eyes trailing all over your face worriedly and assessing the situation.
he wasn’t used to being the one with the better immune system, always claiming that he’s never even seen you under the weather even back when you were both in school, much less bedridden. nevertheless he jumped at the opportunity to take care of you, seeming almost giddy, and have just returned from work to tell you he’d taken a two day leave just to do so. you knew this wasn’t something you were going to live down any time soon.
george touched the back of his hand to your neck, comparing it to the heat of your forehead. “you’re burning up. hotter than when i left this morning.”
“i think i have something witty in response to that, but my brain is completely fried.” you groaned, your back aching in addition to the burning sensation all throughout your body.
george lips twitched upwards before leaning down to give you a kiss. before he could do so, your hands reached up sluggishly and pushed him away to the best of your abilities.
“no, otter, you’re going to get sick, too.”
“why do i get the feeling being bedridden beside you, bunny, isn’t as bad as it sounds?”
eventually, a petty argument broke out; where george insisted on his kisses despite the situation and you were just looking out for his well being, but as you were too weak to put up a solid debate, he ended up planting a light kiss on your warm temple, laughing fondly at the pout you were giving him.
that wide grin of his stuck with him as he walked out of your shared bedroom and walked back in carrying a tray stacked with all different sorts of stuff george swore up and down had medicinal properties. you eyed the steaming bowl of soup warily.
“is that...?” your voice was hoarse and george set the tray on the bedside table before helping you into a sitting position, stealthily landing another kiss on your cheek. “hey!”
“i have every right to make use of your weakened state for the sake of my kisses.” george smirked proudly before sitting cross legged beside you. the sight of such a long legged creature in your bed next to your currently frail frame was a sight to behold.
he reached for the soup and began feeding you spoonful after spoonful, not taking any of your disapproval of the particular flavor.
“you haven’t had lunch and you can barely stomach whole foods, so suck it up princess.”
you frowned. “hey, do you like me?”
george blinked at you, spoon stopping in midair. “what?”
“i asked if you liked me.” you averted your gaze.
this time, it was george’s turn to frown, feeding you the portion of soup before dropping the spoon back into the bowl. you watched as it rested comfortably on his lap. “what do you mean? of course i like you.”
“yeah but do you like, like me?”
“bunny, i’m literally marrying you.”
“okay, so are you marrying me as a friend or...? it’s unclear, otter.”
“merlin, has the fever burned so hot that you’re actually delusional, love?”
once the bowl was finished and the soup was a warm comfort in your belly, george tucked you back under the covers, but not before placing a cold towel on your forehead in hopes of bringing the fever down. he quickly undressed and showered before snuggling up right beside you, hair still damp.
“i like, like you so much i love you.” he muttered, pressing a kiss against your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close against his cool body.
the next day, george was sneezing left and right, the button of his nose a bright shade of red. he claimed that his joints were beginning to ache and you resisted the urge to laugh, burrowing your head in his hair instead to cover up the smile on your face.
“that’s what you get for kissing me when i explicitly told you not to, dummy.”
your fiancé shrugged, moving you so that you were face to face. “i meant it when i said being bedridden beside you doesn’t sound so bad.”
george reached up to cradle the back of your head as he leaned forward, lips quite literally melting into each other as the varying heat of your fevers altered the experience. it was like having your first kiss together all over again. or maybe you were truly just delusional at this point.
you were the first the pull away, smiling fondly as the love of your life attempted to chase you back. “good thing you called in for a sick leave to take care of me, but now who’s going to take care of us?”
“i’ll call fred.” george didn’t even bother opening his eyes, moving forward to capture your lips with his once more. he blinked them open though once you physically pushed his face away, your laughter a tinkling bell in his ears.
“then who's going to take care of the shop?”
“... i’ll call ron.”