This story is a George/Alicia story and it's a standalone. I love this couple and find them extremely cute together but there are hardly any stories about them so I dicided to wrote a little one. I own nothing and I hope you like it. If you know of any good George/Alicia stories please tell me. Please review.
And then it hits
Alicia Spinnet tucked a piece of light brown hair behind her ear before wrapping her arms around herself for warmth. It was a late spring day that had started out warm enough but had gotten slightly cool and she hadn't brought a sweater with her. Alicia was headed back to the castle, to the Gryffindor common room and to her homework since she had nothing else to do. It was Saturday and a Hogsmade weekend at that but she hadn't gone, she'd had detention thanks to everyone's favorite potions teacher, Snape, and now she was alone. Angelina and Fred had gone together and Katie was off with Oliver pretending not to have feeling for the Gryffindor captain and for the life of her Alicia didn't know were her best friend, George Weasley was.
"Bloody wind," Alicia mumbled under her breath as she pushed open the door to the old castle. It took her eyes a few seconds to adjust to the lighting inside the school before she headed off towards the Gryffindor tower.
"A-choo," she climbed threw the portal and jumped at the other voice.
"Bless you, luv." George Weasley popped his head up from the couch and smiled at her.
"What are you doing?" Alicia moved towards him and found him lying down.
"Nothing much," he shifted positions and was now sitting before he reached out his hand to grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap. "How about you?"
"Just finished detention," Alicia let herself relax against him, relishing in the heat that was radiating off his body.
"Sounds fun," he mumbled into her shoulder as he locked his arms around her waist.
"What about you? What'd you do today?" she let him pull her closer.
"Nothing at all, I had some homework I had to finish and I didn't really feel like going to Hogsmade and watching Fred and Angelina be gross together, so I stayed." Alicia couldn't help but shiver when his lips brushed against her neck accidentally.
"You cold, Lesh?" he asked her, pulling up his head and looking at her. She turned her head a little to meet his gaze and smiled at him.
"I'm fine." Her thin white tee shirt wasn't helping her stay warm and it showed.
"Don't lie to me, luv," he looked down at her breasts for a second before looking back quickly; a smirk playing at his mouth.
"So I'm a little cold, it's nothing." George moved a little, bending some to grab his sweater that lay on the floor, next to the couch.
"Here, I was hot." He threw his sweater at her and let go of her so that she could stand to put it on. For the second time that day she tucked a piece of light brown hair behind her ear after popping her head out of the sweater and slipping her hands in the sleeves. The sweater was big on her considering George stood 6'1 and was very muscular thanks to genetic and Quidditch, where as she was 5'6 and petit.
"How do I look?" she joked with him but at that moment George thought she looked stunning lost in his huge sweater with her hair falling freely and completely barefoot.
"Gorgeous," he breathed, barley audible, but she heard him and blushed.
"Thanks." Alicia moved towards the chair opposite George but he reached out and grabbed her arm.
"I gave you my sweater, not permission to leave," He pulled her back onto his lap as she laughed.
"I need your permission now?" he nodded at her question as she, once again, rested her head against his chest.
"Yes," he yawned out as he hid his face in her shoulder to cover his mouth. Alicia tensed at the feel of his warm breath on her shoulder; it felt nice.
"Are you tired?" she asked the rhetorical question and he muttered 'a little".
"Why don't you get some sleep before everyone gets back, then?" she told him, a tiny yawn escaping her mouth.
"That's probably a good idea." He agreed with her and she wiggled out of his arms and off his lap.
"Where are you going, Lesh?" he asked her, locking her with a questioning look.
"It's going to be hard to sleep with me on top of you." She pointed out and then realized what she had said and looked down.
"I doubt it and I know lots of guys who wouldn't mind you on top." He wiggled his eyebrows at her as he watch the blush rise on her face and neck.
"Bite me," she shot back and he stood and grabbed her around the waist so quickly she didn't have time to move.
"Just tell me where," he whispered in her ear as he pulled her body up against his.
"Let go," Alicia moved her hands around her back to pull at his but he caught them and trapped under his own, never once letting her go.
"Sleep with me, luv." He bent a little to be eye level with her and watched her dark eyes widen.
"Not like that, just sleep." He clarified and her heart slowed a little. "Please,"
"George, I don't, we can't, where?" she rambled on and he was pleased to know that he made her ramble.
"Here, right here." He shifted his eyes towards the couch before locking them with her's again.
"They won't be back for hours and no one's here, come on." She didn't say anything and he took that as a 'yes' so he sat and slowly pulled her back down onto his lap.
"So how are we going to do this?" she asked as she watched him lay down. He looked up at her as she sat straddling his hips and felt he blood rush to a certain part of his body.
"So far so good, you're on top." He played with her and she moved to hit him playfully but he caught her arms and tugged lightly causing her to fall fully on top of him.
"There," their faced were inches apart, their hands intertwined, and he wanted nothing more then to kiss her but he didn't. She moved her body to a more comfortable positions and ended up lying in the space between the back on the couch and his side; still resting more on top of him.
"There," she nestled her head into his shoulder and felt him pull the blanket from behind her to cover their lower body's.
"Mine," his fingers came to play with the ends of her hair as she drifted off, she never knew she was so tired.
"Go to bed, George," she drawled out and he smiled, she was there, on top of him, sleeping with him, she was his. And then it hits; he was completely in love with his best friend.
End
-Girlygirl
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