I'M GOOD, I'M GONE ? george weasley

# 013 ━━ the black lake

   "Exciting," Deleine echoed with a scoff, rolling her eyes. "More like terrifying."

   "Alright, alright," George relented, chuckling. "I'll admit, it wasn't exactly the best surprise. But you made it through, didn't you?"

   "Barely," she grumbled, though a small, reluctant smile began to tug at her lips as she glanced over at him. "Next time, you're going in the lake, and I'll be the one cheering from the shore."

   "Deal," George said with a grin, nudging her playfully with his shoulder. "Although, I'm not sure who my savior would be." His tone was light, but there was a subtle shift in his expression that Deleine didn't quite catch. "Fred? Or perhaps Diggory?" he added, almost as if he were genuinely pondering the idea.

Deleine slowly turned her head to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "Who taught you how to be sarcastic? Your jokes are already insufferable as it is," she retorted, her voice dripping with mock disdain. George mimicked her tone, a playful smirk on his lips, before falling quiet.

"George, I don't care for Cedric," Deleine finally admitted, her voice firmer this time. George nodded, his expression calm, though there was an intensity in his eyes that hadn't been there before.

"Seriously," she repeated, more to herself than to him. "I mean—what's there to really care about?" Her words came out as though she were trying to convince herself more than him.

"Deleine, I believed you the first time," George said softly, his gaze steady. Then, after a moment, he hesitated. "Although... did you have a serious thing with him?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Deleine looked down at the bed, her expression uncertain. "No?" George prompted, sensing her hesitation. She nodded, her movements small and reluctant.

"I did have something for him—but it wasn't serious to me," Deleine mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. She looked up at George, who seemed to be deep in thought despite his earlier reassurance.

Annoyed by his contemplative look, she grabbed a pillow and gave him a light whack. "If it were serious, I wouldn't have kissed you," she finally said, her words punctuated by the groan that escaped his lips.

"You're not funny," George squinted at her, his voice half-mocking, half-genuine.

"I must get my jokes from you then!" Deleine shot back, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She barely had time to react before George pounced on her, making her squeal in surprise. He didn't put all his weight on her, instead, he landed softly, his body draped over hers in a gentle embrace.

Deleine's arms instinctively wrapped around him, her fingers tracing light patterns on his back as his cheek rested comfortably against her chest. The room was filled with a warmth that had nothing to do with the jumpers they wore, a quiet understanding passing between them.

The two lingered in that warm, close embrace, neither of them in a hurry to move. George eventually lifted his head just slightly, his eyes searching hers. "I'm not fussed," he murmured, the words spilling out as naturally as breathing.

"Not fussed?" Deleine repeated, eyebrows arching in surprise.

"Not in the slightest," George replied, his tone unwavering. "Can't be worked up over something that was never serious. You didn't kiss him, which means..." He leaned in, pressing a playful kiss to her lips. "I can kiss you whenever I fancy, and he never got the chance."

Deleine couldn't help but grin, the corners of her mouth curving up as she watched him. "And I can keep kissing you as much as I want. He never had that luxury."

George's smile widened as he laid a few more gentle pecks on her lips, each one softer than the last. But soon, those brief kisses turned into something deeper, more insistent. It was mad, really—they'd only kissed a couple of times before, yet it felt like he couldn't bear to stop now. Deleine let out a small, contented groan as her hand found its way to his shoulder, her fingers curling into the fabric of his jumper.

Before they knew it, the kiss had taken on a life of its own. They were so caught up in the moment that they forgot to come up for air. The room suddenly felt warmer, and not just from the heat between them. Deleine was getting hotter by the second, her body temperature rising in a way that was unmistakable.

She wasn't sure why, but George had noticed it by their second kiss. He could never quite put his finger on it—why her body seemed to heat up more than the average person's— but he never questioned it.

And he certainly wasn't questioning it now. He was too absorbed in the moment, too wrapped up in the way her body seemed to mold itself into the bed as they kissed. Deleine, meanwhile, was inwardly reeling. She was the direct sort, sure, but this—this was beyond her usual boundaries.

She couldn't help but wonder what Severus and Tonks would say if they could see her now, sprawled on the bed with George all over her. Severus wouldn't just disapprove—he'd absolutely loathe George.

Deleine continued to lose herself in the kiss, their lips moving in sync as if they had done this a hundred times before. But after a moment, she felt the need to catch her breath, and with a gentle tug on George's shoulder—once, twice—she signaled for a break. Instantly, he pulled away, his lips leaving hers as he backed off just enough to give her space.

   A small, heavy breath escaped her as she inhaled air that wasn't just him. The room seemed to shift, the intensity of the moment hanging between them like a thick fog, and Deleine couldn't help but notice the way George's chest rose and fell in time with hers, the shared breath that had fueled their kiss now replenishing their lungs separately.

   Deleine watched George silently, her heart still racing from their kiss. She had known for a while now how much she liked him, but in this moment, she felt the depth of her feelings more acutely than ever. It wasn't just a crush; she was truly and completely into him.

   George's eyes flicked up to meet hers, and he gave her a small, playful smile. "He'll never get away with that," he teased, his grin widening as he sat up and moved off her, settling on the edge of the bed.

   Deleine didn't say much in response. Instead, she looked down, a quiet smile playing on her lips as she absentmindedly fiddled with her hands. The room felt different now as if something unspoken but powerful had passed between them. She didn't need to say anything; the warmth in her chest and the smile she couldn't quite hide said it all.

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authors note: 2.9k words! this one is a little short but i totally forgot i wanted to do a valentine's day chapter. so im gonna change the timeline a bit.

and omg this act is gonna end soon!! i didn't even realize until i started writing the second task. but it'll be over soon which is come.

this book used to be a book i made in like 2022 or something or older than that and during covid so it was creative but not necessarily good. and the most it was at before was probably 200 reads and now ive gotten it to 900! so im very excited and i thank you guys so so much!

i hope you enjoyed <3