Without you ( George Weasley x Reader )

Y/n's POV:

I wake up by the sound of birds chirpy and a strong breeze that makes my dress rise, I have to quickly slam my hand down on it.

George is up and already dressed when he sees me he grins, I don't smile back as despite my foggy memory the last time I saw him we were arguing.

" this is going to be a risky question to ask but what happened?" I ask slowly.

George chuckles and closes the window once my dress blows up again, " sorry you were complaining you were too hot in the night"

I make an awkward face, " I'm sorry for being so much trouble" I say regretful, I'm embarrassed.

George looks down at his hands and not at me while he speaks unsure, " do you maybe wanna-"

" oh sorry! Of course" I say, I'm so stupid.

It's impolite of me to overstay my visit in his dorm when I can clearly see he's uncomfortable, I scramble out of his bed and make it for him, when I look back at him he's got his hand to his mouth, smiling under neath it.

" what's so funny?" I ask.

" you" he says leant back against his drawers.

I cross my arms, " I'm glad this is entertaining for you"

" you're ability to be blind sighted is both amusing and frustrating" he tells me.

Blind sighted? By what? I've made the boys bed, a simple ' thank you, you can leave now' would be great.

" what's that suppose to mean?" I ask him, not having the trait to easily let things go.

He laughs and puts on his jacket, he must have plans. I look down at myself and wonder how good condition my dress is in for me to walk back to the carriage in.

" I wasn't going to ask you to leave y/n" he says.

" oh" I say, blind-sighted.

I blush when I realise it was in fact me who interrupted him, I thought it would be easier and less embarrassing as I thought he was going to say ' do you maybe wanna leave?'

" since you're quite the deep sleeper and the fact that I woke up with a bad back from the floor, I walked down to the carriage and asked Fleur if she could bring you some clothes"

I look around his room and I can't believe I missed it, I literally saw my own white trainers on his chair.

I chuckle to myself.

" I was going to say... do you maybe wanna get dressed and um"

I cock my head at him as he doesn't finish his sentence, he can't blame me for always interrupting him, whenever he's around me he talks too slow.

Maybe its because I'm half french and spent the past years talking that language he thinks I'm slow to understand, he's weirdly thoughtful like that.

" and go on a date with me"

I need to stop speaking with my face. I go through different emotions at once when I lean forward to see if I heard him correctly, when he only smiles I assume I have.

I chuckle out a sigh, " I didn't see that coming" I tell him in all honesty.

Thankfully he laughs too, " yeah you wouldn't with the amount of times I've chickened out"

" you've thought about asking me out before?" I ask him. George has always seen me as the quiet girl with no friends, it's my trust issues that tell me it's all out of pity.