So, this is my first fanfiction after the terrible story I wrote. I never did and probably never will finish that. This is a (short) one-shot, NOT a story.
Disclaim: I do not own Harry Potter or the picture
I shakily sat up from where I was laying on my bed. It was always the same nightmare. When we were at Malfoy Manor and Bellatrix was torturing me. I looked at the clock and saw that it was three in the morning. I groaned and stood up.
I put on a glamour charm so no one could see the bags under my eyes. I go great lengths to make sure that nobody notices that I nightmares. Silencing charms, glamour charms, my own room, staying away from people while trying to make it look like I'm not avoiding them. It's very hard.
Going down the stairs while trying not to make a sound is quite difficult. But I was able to step over the creaky step and off the stairs without a noise. I sneaked into the kitchen and froze when I saw a silhouette sitting at the table. The shadow turned.
"George? What are you doing downstairs at three a.m.?" I whisper.
"How do you know I'm not Fred?" He asked.
"Because I know, now why are you here?" George sighed and said he couldn't sleep. He didn't say anything after that and nor did I. When we both finished our drinks, we sat down on the couch.
I stifled a yawn, not wanting to go to my room yet. George turned on the TV and muted the volume. We watched the movie and I felt sleep trying to claim me. I fought it, but eventually drifted off.
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(George's POV)
I stared down at the girl at my side. I still don't know how she knows I'm George. Fred and I grew out our hair to cover my missing ear. That girl did one thing that many found nearly impossible. She is the definition of amazing. I looked back at the movie playing on the TV. After a few minutes, Hermione fell onto my chest. I gathered her into my arms and lay down on the couch. I watched the movie until I drifted off.
(General POV)
That night, both slept without any nightmares. When the morning came, the rest of the Weasleys quietly came down, still on alert from the war, they saw George and Hermione lying on the couch with the TV still playing. The others shook their heads with smiles planted firmly on their faces. They pulled a blanket over the pair.
Everyone noticed when George held Hermione tighter and she snuggled into him.
"Merry Christmas, George, we all deserve it." Fred murmured.
Yay, done! I had this idea while watching a Charlie Brown Christmas on my TV. Anyways, Merry Christmas, y'all!
Signing out,
Celine