It's morning...Well. Quite a bit earlier than that actually xD But George has a surprise for Lyra...

Someone was shaking me. I rolled over with, "Go away."

"Lyra. Wake up."

"In a minute Mother."

"Lyra." The shakes became harder.

My eyes flew open and I scowled.

George raised a brow at me. "I am not your mother," was all he said.

"Merlin," I gasped, going red. "Did I actually say that out loud?" I buried my face in my hands.

George laughed softly. "Yes, but it was very cute," he replied, throwing my clothes at me.

I glared at him. "I am NOT cute, George Weasley," I said, snatching up my clothes.

As I disappeared into the bathroom, I heard him say, "If you say so."

When I emerged, George tossed me a cloak. "Put this on."

"What time is it?" I asked, having just noticed that it was still dark.

"Come on," was all George said. "I want to show you something." He took my arm.

Crack.

We appeared on the roof. I was instantly glad that I'd put on the cloak like George had asked.

"What are we doing here?" I asked.

George moved to the edge, plonking himself down. "Sit," he said, patting the tiles beside me. I obeyed. "What did you want to show me?" I asked, sleepy again.

George put his arm around me. I automatically leaned into him, wondering when the motion had become natural. "This." He nodded at the view before us.

I looked out at the horizon. A faint shade of pale gold brushed the edges. "Oh," I murmured. "It's beautiful."

"You haven't seen anything yet," George replied.

As we sat there watching the sky lighten and change with faint lines of pink and purple appearing, something occurred to me.

"George."

"Mhmm?"

"Was this what you were doing, when I came back for the Christmas holidays? Is that why you were asleep on the roof?"

George coughed. I felt him shake silently from embarrassed laughter. "Maybe."

I grinned. "Don't be embarrassed. It's rather cute," I teased, throwing his words back at him.

In reply George began tickling me. "Ah! George stop!" I squealed, scrambling away. George wrapped his arms around me before I scooted off the roof. "Take that back," he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine.
I grinned. "Or what, George? You'll drop me?" I asked, breathless, but not from the tickling.

"You know I will," replied the boy softly, grinning mischievously.

"I do," I replied, mirroring his grin. "Which is why I'm going to do this."

Crack.

We reappeared in George's bedroom. "Damn you," George laughed. "I'm gonna get you for that!"

I yelped as he started tickling me afresh. Scrambling away, I scrabbled for my wand. George tackled me as my hands closed around my wand. He pinned me easily to the floor, and began tickling me mercilessly again.

"Guys? What are you two doing?"

We froze at Ginny's voice. Ginny stood in the doorway, staring at us. I became suddenly aware of the awkward position we were in. Quickly George rolled off of me, allowing me to scramble to my feet as he did the same.

'"We were just…"

"Having some fun," George finished quickly, as crimson as I was.

Ginny raised a brow at us. "If you say so," was all she said.

"I thought I locked the door anyway," George snapped, still embarrassed.

Ginny shrugged. "I walked past and the door was slightly ajar," was all she replied with. She shrugged. "Please continue. Don't let me stop you guys from having your…fun." She smiled faintly now with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes before turning away.

When she had left I sat down on the bed with a sigh. "I had no idea she could be like that," I admitted.

Sitting next to me, George grinned ruefully. "She can be like that to us, being siblings and all."

"I'm not her sibling," I replied, knowing how stupid that sounded even before George chuckled.

"That's what you think," he replied, prodding me again.

"What are you doing?" I demanded, jumping.

"Ginny said to not let her stop us from having fun. That's what I'm doing," replied George. I yelped as he began to tickle me again. His free hand sent my wand spinning from my grip. "No fair," I gasped, squirming under his fingers. I twisted away from him-and fell off the bed with a yelp.

Instead of helping me up, George again pinned me to the floor. He grinned evilly at me. "Surrender?" he asked.

"Never," I managed, still breathless, laughter burning in my voice.

"Your funeral," replied George shrugging. His fingers danced over my skin and I started. George began tickling me again.

"Stop, stop," I finally gasped.

George paused. "What was that?" he asked, still grinning.

"Dammit to hell George! I surrender!" I finally shouted, flailing and trying to whack him.

George grabbed my arm. "Oh good," he replied. ""Now I can do this." Leaning in, he pressed his lips to mine. "You know Lyra," he murmured, pulling away, "you're very beautiful when you fight a losing battle."

"I was only losing because you cheated," I replied.

George only chuckled in reply. His lips brushed over mine, not quite a kiss, teasing, until I was limp in his hold. Finally he kissed me, properly and deeply. When he pulled back he asked, "Aren't you glad you surrendered now, Harp?"

"Shut up and kiss me George," I replied simply.

He laughed. "Yes, my lady." And he did.

I always thought sunrises and sunsets were romantic :)

Hope you liked this one!

~ MagicalLeaves