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Auction Prompt: Day 28, Auction 2: George Weasley

Happy

Harry paused by the door, smiling slightly, as he watched George dance around the kitchen. It had taken him a long time to get back to this point; happy, easygoing, fun, silly.

There had been a time when Harry had wondered if he'd ever get back to it, honestly. Not that he blamed George; losing a twin was a lot for anyone to deal with, and Harry wouldn't have been surprised had George never come back from it.

Of course, he wasn't unscathed, but he was doing well.

"I know you're watching me."

Harry blinked, and then grinned sheepishly at his boyfriend, who was pointing a wooden spoon at him accusingly, with a wide smile on his face.

"It's a nice sight," Harry replied eventually. He stepped into the kitchen. "What are you making?"

"Stew. It's the weather for it, right?" George glanced at the window, where they could see the dismal autumn weather. It was raining, and so windy that the windows occasionally rattled with it.

"Smells delicious," Harry replied, wrapping his arms around George's waist. "I've had a day today."

"Well, you will decide to work with the dregs of society," George replied, hugging Harry to his chest, even as he leaned over the pot to stir the stew. "You're okay?"

"I'm fine," Harry replied softly. "It's just been a long day, and I've been waiting for a cuddle."

George smiled against Harry's hair. "I always have those to give."

…

They curled up together on the bed, a movie playing on the screen, though Harry was paying more attention to the steady beat of George's heart beneath his ear.

"I think I'm going to give up being an Auror," he said softly. He felt George stiffen slightly beneath him for a second, before a soft hand ran through his hair.

"Why?"

"I just… I went into the Academy because it was what I was expected to do, and I don't regret it, but… I'm tired of fighting, George. I'm tired of wondering if I'm even going to make it home at the end of the day."

George swallowed hard, and hugged Harry tighter. "Thank you."

Harry pressed a kiss to George's bare chest. He wasn't sure what he was planning to do, but whatever it was, he was excited for it.

Ten years post Battle of Hogwarts, and Harry could honestly say he was happy, and he thought that George could say the same.

That was worth everything.