lightweight ➳ george weasley - o n e - Page 2 (2025)

george stopped abruptly once he had decided that where we were standing was a good enough spot. my eyes felt heavy as i grinned up at him, focusing on his eyes to stop myself keeling over and making a fool of myself.

had his eyes always been this shade of brown?

"you're really drunk, mia" he said, shaking his head with the faintest hint of a smile etched on his lips. i laughed at him, swaying slightly on the balls of my feet.

"like, really? are you sure, george?" i questioned, "i mean, i feel fine" i hiccuped and he laughed, biting the inside of his cheek and i felt my stomach flutter at the sight of it.

however, when the song changed for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight, i smiled widely at the boy in front of me. his eyes widened at the beat of the song, it was heavy and something you could dance to - it was perfect.

"is this muggle music?" he exclaimed over the music, his eyebrow quirked in confusion" "how do we dance to this?!" he pressed as looked around us at the other drunk, dancing students - silently looking for hints, or a sense of what was going on around him. he eyed a girl to his left who was grinding down onto her friend, and i watched as his cheeks tinted pink at the sight.

"like this, george" i smiled, innocently up at him, putting my left hand up in the air as i brought my lips up against the cup that was filled with firewhiskey, tipping my head back and quickly drank the remainder of the alcohol before i dropped the cup to the floor, swaying my hips in time with the music.

i closed my eyes and rested my hand in my hair, drunkenly smiling into the blackness of my closed eyes. i heard him laugh over the boom of the music and it caused another flurry of butterflies to course through my stomach.

when and george and i first became friends, i would usually find myself just looking at him - his lips, eyes, his hair and most important of all - his hands. i wanted to hold them. they just looked so safe.

my best friend, hannah, said that something was bound to happen between me and him, insists that there's absolutely no way that our friendship would always be platonic.

i had always laughed and shut her down, but the feeling in my stomach i had as i danced this way knowing he was watching; she could be right.

all those shots of fire whiskey i had drank had really caught up to me. i had mounds of confidence and, at that point in time i didn't care about making a fool of myself. i felt good.

for the first time in days, i felt okay.

my skirt swept up and flounced as i swayed my hips in time to the music and my heartbeat was pulsing through my ears, most likely due to the amount of alcohol i had drank, and when i opened my eyes, george looked hesitant, like he didn't want to get too close to me. i held my hand out for him to take and he did.

i grinned at him as i continued to move my hips, holding george's arms to make him sway with me. i watched him relax as he watched me, his shoulders falling i bit my lip as i listened to the lyrics; his stare was burning through my skull. for once, he was the shy one, not knowing where to put his hands or having absolutely no idea what to say.

"i'm not going to break, george" i said to him, as an overwhelming amount of confidence came over me, i moved his hands to rest on my waist. i saw his stomach clench under his shirt and i smiled.

as if he could sense my cockiness, he abruptly turned me so my back was facing his front, not in a way where it was more suggestive than it needed to be, but my eyes widened at the sudden movement as i grabbed onto his hand to balance myself.

"i know you're not going to break angel, keep dancing - don't let me distract you" he said, his breath fanning against my neck as squeezed my hips gently, and the feeling of his hands on my body made my stomach flip - he slowly began to sway me against him.

oh my god.

i tried to compose myself as i continued to sway my hips to the song, it felt as though george's hands got tighter on my waist with every sway. the feeling in my stomach was making me feel so nauseous, but in a good way.

because it was with him and i knew that he would never go further without my permission.

eventually, near the middle of the song george began to relax against my back and as we swayed in sync, he leaned down and rested his forehead against my shoulder.

but i needed more.

at this point, i was too far gone to worry anymore - and i know george was tipsy enough to relax now so things weren't so tense as they were at the beginning of the night. i took in a breath and turned myself around, throwing my arms around his neck, taking the cup out of his hand and drinking the remainder of whatever was in it.

"feeling bold tonight, mia?" he asked, leaning in to my ear so i could hear him better. i nodded, biting my lip as i looked up into his eyes again.

all my thoughts were clouded with his fucking hands.

"i really like your hands" i slurred with a small smile on my face. i watched him return the smile, moving his hand up to push a stray piece of hair behind my ear. i hadn't been able to find my clips this morning,

my stomach felt like it was doing cartwheels - this was george. this was one of my best friends, why am i feeling like this?

his hand hovered in front of my face momentarily before he brought his hand up to cup my face, tucking his pinky and ring finger under my jawline whilst the index and middle rest on my right cheek.

at the feeling of his thumb grazing my mouth, i pucker my lips against him - essentially testing the waters between us,

i really wanted to kiss him. i wanted him to kiss me. please kiss me. please. kiss. me.

i'm watching his every move at this point and nothing else is important. i don't know what time it is, i don't know where hannah is.

yet all i can focus on is george's hand on my face, with his thumb resting on my lip. hoping for the outcome i want to happen, i rest my hand over his, praying and hoping that he pushes his pride to the side and kisses me first.

it looks like he's weighing up the options in his head, before he glances at my eyes, then at my lips, then my eyes and then my lips again. i nod slightly, giving him the go ahead if he wants to kiss me.

and he does.

he leans his head down, moving his thumb out of his way before lightly brushing his lips against my own - as if he was asking if it was okay to do so.

i could feel his breath on my cheek, i rest my hand on his arm, squeezing it as if to say 'hurry up and kiss me' and then he plants one, hard kiss against my lips, before they softened and gently moved against my own.

at the sheer shock and disbelief of what was happening right now, i swear i could feel my legs about to give out. and as if he knew this, he wrapped one of his arms around my waist to steady me.

our mouths moved in perfect sync, with my arms snaking behind his neck to lean closer to him and i sighed when he slipped his tongue into my mouth, gliding it along my bottom lip and nipping gently.

my heart was pounding so hard i was almost certain he could feel it and hear it and right before the song finished, he disconnected our lips as he pulled away, and gently brought his forehead down to rest against mine; with a drunken grin across his lips as he looked down at me.

A/N: this chapter is dedicated to hannah, who is forever giving me motivation and reminding me of my talent and passion. i love you.

all my love,
cait xxxx

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