The Weasley house was chaos. Even more than usual. In just an hour or two the family, along with Harry, Hermione, and Naomi. Naomi was like a daughter to Mrs Weasley, and was happy to have her around. Her parents had died when she was eleven and getting ready to go to Hogwarts. That was when she met the twins. The three automatically became best friends. Towards the Christmas break, the twins wrote to their mother, asking if hola could stay with them. Mrs. Weasley agreed, happy to have another girl in the house.
Now it was getting time for the lot to head off to the Quiditch World Cup. George had been sent to wake Naomi up from her deep sleep. When he made his way up the several flights of stairs and into the room she was staying in, he had been taken away from the loud noise that was the Weasley house. He opened the door and saw her laying in the bed, fast asleep.
George had never seen Naomi sleep before. Her chin length black hair was covering her face as she slept. Her arm was hanging off the bedside, her fingers dangling a bit. Gently, he could see her chest rise and fall under the jumper she was wearing. She looked so young and innocent. He walked over to the bed and knelt down, putting his hand on her shoulder and shaking her slightly.
"Come on, you gotta get up too." He said
Naomi groaned and rolled onto her side to face him. Her sleepy blue eyes looked at him, the corners of her lips turning up at the sight of him. George, however, did not notice this. "No way." She said
George grinned at her, "If I have to get up, so do you."
"Not getting up." She said.
He stood up and lifted the blankets off of her, "Scoot over then." George said.
Naomi moved over enough for him to climb in next to her. Once he was settled in, she rested her head on his chest, her arms wrapping around his torso. Smiling, he held her waist and looked down at her. He watched her slowly drift off to sleep. When he was sure she was deeply asleep, he pressed his lips to the top of her head.
"I love you." he whispered gently
Her eyes opened quickly, "What?!" Naomi's head snapped up, smashing into his forehead. "Oh I' so sorry, George!" She turned around and looked at him as he put his hand on the spot where she hit him by accident.
He blushed, "It's okay." the two looked at each other for a few moments, his previous words hanging in the air.
Naomi giggled a little, "So... uh, I'm guessing you thought I was asleep, huh?" he nodded, to embarrassed to speak. "Do you really, like, want to be with me?"
"That's all I want." he said, smiling at her, just a little bit, "Just you and me. Always."
She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Always."
