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“This stupid nippy weather.” I grabbed my scarf off of my trunk. Since it’s the holidays, most of the students here at Hogwarts have gone home for the holidays.
Everyone except…George.
Why did he have to be the only other one in the boy’s Gryffindor that didn’t go home. I guess he didn’t want to go home this year, which is weird because his twin, Fred, went home. As I walk down the steps of my living quarters I catch the back of George’s browned crust as he leaves the common area.
I guess I can go grab some breakfast from the great hall then.
As it turns out, many people didn’t go home for the holidays. There are about 15 people who stayed from each house, except Gryffindor. Almost like it was planned or something. I sit down on the far right side of the table, farthest away from him, and start to chow on the food they set out for breakfast. Actually since most of the staff and students went home for the holidays, a buffet would be the most appropriate for how the banquet hall operates.
I glance over in the general direction of George, not like I'm excited to look at him or anything, and to my surprise he quickly looks away from me. Hmm, that was weird. I get up from my seat and walk over to the large floor-to-ceiling style windows and to my surprise, the snow has ceased, leaving a nice blanket of snow over the grass and stone pathways of the magical campus. I guess it’ll be good to get outside for once.
I quickly ran back up to my quarters to grab my snow coat and head back down to find George still sitting at his place at the table in the great hall. He really must love his eggs.
I swiftly make my way out the main doors of the castle-like university and take a second to admire the beauty of the freshly fallen snow and the peacefully quiet landscape. As I start to walk towards the nearest ever-green tree, I hear the doors to the school open and swing closed as I hear boot-steps behind me.
Just when I thought I was going to get some nice alone time. I turn to my left to see none other than George Weasley, in all his grilled-cheesy ‘greatness’.
“Hello y/n! It’s nice to be able to get outside since the snow cleared up,” he turns to me, his cheesy smile radiating so hot it could’ve melted the snow we are standing on.
“Oh…It’s you.” I say, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms in annoyance. “I thought I smelled something cheesy when I saw you sitting across the table staring at me during breakfast”
He looks off into the distance and chuckles. I swear for a second he almost looked…different. His soft crust looked sweeter. The warm, melted cheese almost made me warm inside. WAIT NO! He.. he… I DON’T LIKE HIM!
“Well, I guess that’s kind of my thing. Y’know, because of the fact that I am basically made of cheese.” He gestures to the cheese on his head.
I let out an accidental chuckle. Shoot! I’m not supposed to be laughing at his jokes!
“Yeah, I guess.” I say, trying to sound uninterested. “Well, I’m gonna go.” I say, and hurriedly speed walk toward the tree I was originally going to sit under.
I finally got under the tree after the George situation and pulled a pencil and my small sketchbook out of my coat pocket. I flip through the most recent pages which happen to all be sketches of George. I-I’m just.. He’s uhhh he’s easy to draw. I lean my back against the tree and look across the campus for some sketching inspiration. Now, what to draw. I press the tip of the eraser against my chin to better process my thoughts.
Just as I started to draw the snowy setting, I heard a loud crash and the sound of ruffling leaves that came from behind the tree. I whipped my wand out from my pocket, slipping my sketchbook back in its resting place, and slowly crept over to where the noise came from. I got to the other side of the tree to see none other than George ‘Grilled Cheese’ Weasley laying face down in the snow. I start laughing at the sight in front of me. George’s thicc ass is sticking up in the air and his arms are stretched out as if he were trying to swing from one of the tell tree branches to another.
Gasping for air, I managed to get out a “Are you okay?” in between gasps for air and giggles.
“I’m about as good as it gets when you’ve just fallen out of a tree” George says, his speech slightly muffled by the layer of snow he has just fallen on.
Regaining my senses, I finally comprehend what he was doing. “WHAT WERE YOU DOING IN THE TREE? WERE YOU SPYING ON ME?” I yell, startling him as he tries to get up.
Brushing his cloak off, he replies, “Well, I came over here to check on you because; as you know, it is quite cold.” He gestures to the snow, his hot breath creating a cloud of smoke. “I didn’t want you getting sick, but I didn’t want to seem creepy so I decided to come over here very quietly and just…observe-I’m not really helping my case, am I?”
“No, you're not” I say, looking into his dreamy, bread-like eyes.
I notice him walking back around the tree to where I presume he was before he climbed up the tree and fell. He comes back with a cartoony-looking picnic basket and a red and white checkered blanket. That’s weird. It's a little cold for a picnic
“It’s a little bit chilly for a picnic, don’t you think?” I ask, circling around to where he is gently laying the blanket onto the dead grass, which was sheltered from the snow by the leaning branches of the tree above us.
“I don’t think it’s ever too cold for a picnic. Besides, I brought cocoa.” He coos, in a voice almost as sweet as the chocolate frogs you buy on the Hogwarts Express. Okay, he’s definitely a little hot.
“O-okay.” I stammer, still trying to process my newfound feelings for him.
As we awkwardly sit in silence, he opens the basket and pulls out treats from the banquet hall and a vase with a single red rose; the depiction of love and passion.
I must’ve lost track of time, because one moment we were quietly admiring the beauty of the picnic and the next we were cuddled up admiring the beauty of each other.