Calista's POV
The next week and a half had felt like such a dream, that Christmas Eve flew by in no time. It felt so surreal, that the first morning I woke up next to George after we had our meaningful talk, I had to pinch myself to realize that his strong arms wrapped around me were in fact, real. That, and the small kisses he placed on my forehead and nose were all proof.
Although I had managed to go unnoticed as I left his room that first morning, it was Ginny who pointed out at the breakfast table that I never wound up back in her room with Hermione and herself that night.
If it weren't for George telling his sister to shut upon hearing this, the small detail of me being missing that night would have gone unnoticed by the others. Despite his siblings as well as Harry and Hermione overhearing this, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had thankfully both been out of earshot during the sibling's scuffle.
That's why even now, after a week and a half of this happening, Ginny cleverly used this piece of information of her older brother as leverage.
"Ginny, how many times have I told you? I said I'd sneak you into Hogsmeade next time if you'd just keep your mouth shut," George said frustratingly at his sister, who continued to taunt him, as we had all now begun to dress up to go outside for a game of Quidditch.
"Why?" His sister asked teasingly. "Don't want mum knowing you and Calista have been snogging every night?" She threatened, with a grin on her face.
"Yeah, snogging…" Ron scoffed, which garnered a smirk from George, Fred and Harry, and a scolding look from Hermione and I.
As all seven of us began to head out the door, George suddenly grabbed me by one of my wrists, quickly pulling me into him as the others had now all made their way outside.
"What do you want, Weasley?" I asked teasingly, as he now looked down at me with his adoring, hazel eyes.
"Just wanted to say hello," he said with a grin, as he now reached down to hold my face in his hands, his lips now meeting mine in a deep kiss.
"Hello," I spoke, grinning in between breaths, his tongue now grazing my bottom lip. He pulled away gently, now looking down at me with a different kind of expression on his face.
"Are you sure you don't want to join us? I was kind of hoping to have you on my team," he asked, brushing my hair out of my face, not leaving my eyes once.
"Yeah, I'm sure," I said with a small smile on my face. "I don't think I'm ready to play again, just yet," I spoke, forcing a smile so that he wouldn't feel any worse for me then he already did.
Ever since being kicked off the team, I found it difficult to have the motivation to play again. Quidditch had been my escape for years, and Adrian and the rest of the team only put me off from it ever since being booted, despite my abilities. Although I briefly mentioned this to George, I didn't want him any more mad than he already was with the whole Adrian situation, as I had the creeping feeling it would only make things worse.
"Besides, I'm sure Hermione won't mind the company," I said smiling up at him, my fingers now interlaced in his.
"Alright," he said, smiling back down at me, as we now headed out the door, quickly catching up to the others who were waiting on George to begin playing.
"Have fun," I told him, as I now went to go sit down next to Hermione on the rugged, wooden bench that stood next to one of the stables.
As I turned towards Hermione, I now saw in her hands a glass jar containing small blue flames.
"Bluebell Flames," she quickly spoke, as she noticed the quizzical look on my face. "To keep warm," she said with a smile on her face.
"Oh, I see...now that I think about it, how is there so much snow here—I mean, considering we're all the way down south," I asked her.
"Mrs. Weasley casts the Snowfall Spell every year I believe. You know...to make it feel more like Christmas," she said knowingly, with a kind smile, as I nodded back at her.
"You don't play Quidditch then?" I asked her, interestingly, gathering a quick shake of her head.
"No. I'm terrible at it actually—Ron and Harry never let that rest," she said, chuckling as I did the same.
"Never thought I'd hear that coming from you, Hermione," I said with a large smile on my face, my attention turning to George, who was now on his broom, far up in the sky along with the other boys and Ginny.
To be quite honest, I hadn't seen much of his abilities up until now, seeing as I was either too busy focusing on the game itself when we competed, or, the fact that I never bothered attending any of the other House's matches.
However, as I looked up at him now with longing eyes, I was completely mesmerized by his abilities on his broom—each of his movements quick and calculated. Not to mention that I was almost certain Quidditch had a hefty part to play in George's physique.
Maybe I ought to be more grateful of Wood after all
As nearly an hour had gone by since the others had started playing, the tiny blue flames that Hermione once held, soon began to die out, the two of us now beginning to get overwhelmingly colder with time.
"I think we should head back inside now, don't you think?" Hermione now asked, rubbing her hands against the sides of her arms for warmth. "Besides, they ought to be done soon." As much as I enjoyed watching George break a sweat, my hands were beginning to go numb, despite the fact that I wore mitts—so I quickly took one last glance at him before following Hermione back inside to warmth.
As we walked inside, removing all of our garments, Hermione guiltily asked if it was okay that she get started on some much needed studying before the start of term, to which I said it was no problem at all.
Standing at the large mantle where a fire now blazed, attempting to warm myself up, Mrs. Weasley's head popped out the side of the kitchen, now looking at me with a bright smile on her face.
"Calista, dear, why don't you come join me while you wait on the others?" She said, nodding her head to come and accompany her while she laboured effortlessly in the kitchen. I quickly nodded my head back, with a smile equally as bright as hers, now making my way into the warm, and pleasantly aromatic room.
As I momentarily stood around, looking for something to do, Mrs. Weasley quickly turned around from what she was doing and handed me a mug full of what I now recognized to be butterbeer.
"Watch out dear, it's still very hot," she said with caution, as I now held it in my hands.
"Thank you," I shyly spoke, taking a sip of the warm beverage. "Can I help with anything, Mrs. Weasley? You've already done so much this week...I don't want to be completely useless."
"Nonsense, dear...you're my guest," she said, brushing off my offer. "Besides, I'm just about done here," she spoke, placing an assortment of biscuits onto a dish and resting it at the countertop where I now leaned against.
"Have some dear, they've just been made today," she said, smiling sweetly at me.
I could easily tell the kind woman was very proud of her skills in the kitchen, so I thanked her and reached for one of them—deciding on the one with the brightly-coloured pink frosting.
"Those are George's favourite," she smiled, thankfully turning away to resume whatever it was that she was doing, my cheeks now turning crimson at her observation.
"I'm sorry to hear about the Quidditch team, my dear," she now spoke with sympathy, all while waving her wand at the sink, the dishes now being washed on their own. "I've been told you're quite the remarkable player," she said looking at me, smiling.
Although the subject of Quidditch was still rather sensitive for me, the idea that George talked about me to his mum, and in such an endearing way, made my heart swell. Besides our minor setback the first night, my stay at The Burrow so far had only proven George to be an exceptionally warm-hearted and affectionate person. Not only to me of course, but his family, whom I instantly could tell he was very close just by the way they all seemed to have bright faces and shared nothing but laughter when they surrounded themselves with one another.
I shook my thoughts back to what Mrs. Weasley had just said as I continued to munch on the tasty biscuit.
"It's alright," I now replied back at her, offering a weak smile as I continued to talk of the matter. "I wasn't getting along well with my team anyways," I said, now looking down towards the ground.
"Yes, well, I'm just glad you've made some new friends this year, especially George...he seems to be especially fond of you, you know," she said, giving me a knowing look, beaming with pleasure.
Before my cheeks flushed once more, our conversation was interrupted by the sound of the others finally coming back inside—Ginny now bragging to Ron for being a better Quidditch player than he was.
Finishing off my drink, I made my way around the corner of the kitchen to see what the commotion was all about, until my eyes met George, who was now stripping himself of all his wet garments—his shirt hitching above his stomach as he removed his jacket, revealing his toned midriff and v-line, two things I could never get enough of.
"I want everyone cleaned up and ready to leave in ten minutes," Mrs. Weasley now spoke up to her children and the others, snapping me out of the trance George had just put me in. "The shops in Diagon Alley are closing earlier today, so I'd like for us not to get there too late."
As the others made their way up the set of stairs, George remained behind, now looking up to see me standing in the living space, beaming at him. He quickly did the same as he walked over to me, my eyes continuing to shift from his sweat-soaked shirt clinging to his abs, back to the wide grin that shown on his face.
"You left before getting to see me kick Fred's ass," he now spoke up with a smirk.
"I would have loved to see that," I said, returning a smirk. "And sorry...I was starting to get quite cold out there," I said, now reaching for his arm and pulling him in closer.
"I think you've got a little something there," George now spoke in a teasing tone, staring at me with a smirk on his face.
"Hmm?" I asked, my brows furrowing in confusion as he leaned into me, now holding onto my face with one of his hands.
"You've got some butterbeer right here," he said playfully, as he now leaned in to kiss my lips softly, slowly licking it off my bottom lip as he pulled away—my cheeks flushing pink in embarrassment. "I'm sorry...you know I just love teasing you," he said with a grin on his face, before gently kissing my cheek.
"I'm well aware of that," I said rolling my eyes up at him, a smile beginning to creep on my face. "You should go get ready before your mum catches you bothering me," I said back playfully, giving him a push by the shoulders.
"Mm, fine...but I'm not done bothering you, sweetheart" he said grinning at me, now placing one of his hands on my ass before giving it a firm squeeze. I friskily swatted it away garnering an even wider grin from him now.
"Watch it, Weasley," I spoke, attempting my best at sounding threatening, but he only laughed at my poor effort.
"You're going to get it one of these days for calling me that," he said smirking, now grasping my jaw and planting a sloppy kiss on my mouth before quickly turning away and heading up the stairs.
After patiently waiting for the others to come down, everyone, including Percy and Mr and Mrs. Weasley, now all stood by the fireplace located off to the side of the kitchen.
"Everyone here?" Mr. Weasley now asked, looking around the room, as some of us were still putting on our garments. "Alright, your mother and I will head down with Ginny first then," he spoke, as the three of them now stood underneath the large mantle, all taking a handful of the floo powder and uttering "Diagon Alley"—instantly disappearing as the large, green flames engulfed them.
Percy and the trio followed suit, until only Fred, George and I remained, still changing into our winter gear. As I now sat down on a bench, tying up my boot, George kneeled down, placing his hands either side of me and leaning in to whisper something in my ear.
"Want to stay back for a bit?" He asked mischievously with a grin on his face. "My parents won't notice if we're gone. They've got their own shopping to do," he said, his hands now rubbing up and down the sides of my thighs, making me tense up in the best way possible.
Despite having thought we'd be able to find more alone time now that we weren't at school, being in a house filled with his siblings and parents made it quite the challenge—which is why I gave a quick, yet nervous nod in agreement to his question, now taking off my boots.
He quickly stood up with a grin on his face, pulling me up with him as he now turned to Fred who had been waiting for us. George cleared his throat to get his twin's attention, Fred now looking up at the two of us with an annoyed, yet knowing look.
"Uh, Fred...I think Cali and I will stay back, at least for a while." Fred now looked at the two of us, rolling his eyes with his arms crossed. "Mate, remember all those times I covered for you and Angelina?" At George's words, Fred gave him a look of defeat.
"Fine—don't make it too long," he said, finally agreeing as he now headed into the fireplace to go with the others.
As soon as Fred had disappeared into the flames, George grabbed me by the waist, pulling me into him as he tugged down my scarf to reveal my bare neck, slowly beginning to bite down and suck hard on it so much so that I let out a quiet moan.
"No need to stay quiet now," he spoke between bites, slowly pulling off my jacket and scarf. As he momentarily pulled away to take off his own coat, throwing it off to the side, my hands moved down to his waistband and unzipped his trousers. His breathing became shallow as I began to massage him over the fabric, soon letting out a loud groan of pleasure.
"Not so fast, dear," he said, reaching down for my wrists and holding them together in one of his hands. "I want to hear your pretty little moans first," he spoke with a sultry voice, as he now dragged me by my wrists into the living space where another fireplace stood, pushing me onto the sofa that sat in front of it.
He soon got onto his knees and slowly began to strip me of my clothes, taking his time as he now began to remove my panties, my legs shutting together as I felt terribly exposed. As I did this, George now looked up at me with a smirk, leaning into my body as his face neared mine.
"Don't tell me you feel shy," he said sucking on my neck yet again, making me pull at his flaming red hair as he now began to trail his mouth down to my collarbone, eventually making his way to my breasts. "Not after the things you've done," he spoke, now running his tongue along one of my breasts as he massaged the other in his hands.
"Mmm...George," I moaned, pulling at his hair even harder now, causing him to make full eye contact with me as he drug his tongue further down my body, stopping at my tummy and planting soft kisses along it.
"God, you're so fucking perfect," he said through staggered breaths as he now stripped himself of his shirt, the muslces on his back flexing as he did. "Now open those legs for me, princess," he demanded, parting them by my knees as he now lowered his face down to my heat, causing a whimper to escape my lips. He grabbed my ankles and placed them over his back, my feet now resting against his shoulder blades.
"Do me a favour, darling," he said, now bringing his hand up to my face and trailing his thumb against my bottom lip. "Open," he whispered—and without hesitation I did. As he now placed his index and middle finger in my mouth, I closed my lips together, letting him push them to the back of my throat, causing me to gag.
"You've taken much more than this, Cali," he said now smirking, slowly pulling his slender fingers out of my mouth—and without warning, he plunged them deep inside of my entrance, causing me to gasp as I arched my back, now gripping onto the sofa cushions.
As he continued pumping in and out of me with his fingers, he lowered his head down to my heat once more, and began to run his tongue along my most sensitive spot, letting out a moan as my thighs tensed.
"Ohh—ohh—mhmm," I whimpered, now grasping his head with both of my hands as I began to run my fingers through his hair, tugging at it as I did, making him groan through his pleasuring movements with his tongue.
As he now began to suck down on my clit, his fingers pumped in and out of me at an even faster rate, causing my toes to curl and my heels to dig into his back.
"Yes—yes—ohh, fuck...just like that Georgie," I moaned, now making him look up at me as he continued with his sucking movements on my heat.
"Look at me when you say that, gorgeous," he uttered through breaths, now sliding both fingers out of me and reaching down to touch himself underneath his unzipped trousers, only causing me to groan loudly, as the thought of him pleasuring himself while fucking me like this only made me more desperate for him.
From the position I was in, I could see his stroking movements along his length—his bicep flexing as he now began to let out deep groans, continuing to run circles along my entrance with his tongue and once again going back to his sucking movements on my clit.
"Oh, god…oh, god—fuck," I now whimpered, desperatly grasping at his hair, pressing my feet firmly into his back, making his head put further pressure onto my heat. "George...I can...I can barely take it anymore," I moaned through shaky breaths, biting down on my lip as I continued to watch him stroke himself.
Upon hearing this, George abruptly pulled his face away from my core, slowing down his jerking movements on his length as he now brought my legs back down from his shoulders.
"No, no...George, please," I begged, his hands stroking himself with such intensity that I attempted to press my legs firmly together in order to get some relief; however, my actions only made him stop his movements along his erection, as he now grabbed me by my thighs, pulling me towards him so that my legs wrapped around him, my throbbing core now making contact with his bare chest.
"Not just yet," he spoke, breathing heavily as he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me off the sofa, now resting my back gently onto the thick wool carpet that lay in front of the blazing fire.
As I lay there with my heart beating more rapidly than ever, the heat that emitted from the fire made my pleasure even more intense, anticipating George's next movements. As I watched him strip down the rest of his clothes, I caught myself in a trance as the glowing red embers from the fire enhanced his bright, crimson hair.
He now hovered over my body, staring deeply into my eyes with his hazel ones, as I now propped myself onto one elbow, reaching up for his face and pulling him in for a deep, and passionate kiss. As he leaned further into the kiss, pushing me back down onto my back while doing so, he lay over my body so that I now felt his hard-on pressed up against my thigh.
"Keep those gorgeous eyes of yours on me, sweetheart," he spoke now reaching for his length and placing his tip at my entrance as I wrapped my arms around his neck, his face now close to mine. "I want to see your pretty face when I make you cum," he whispered, and with one swift movement, pushed into me, making the two of us moan loudly.
As much as the pain mixed with pleasure coming from George stretching me out made me want to shut my eyes closed, they stayed transfixed on his as he began to slowly thrust into me, causing him to let out a loud groan.
"Fuck...you're always so fucking tight," he moaned, staring into me desperately as his thrusts began to quicken and deepen with each one. I now felt his tip hitting far back at my sweet spot, making me let out a loud cry of pleasure as my hands moved to his back, my nails digging deep into his skin.
"George...yes—yes," I whimpered, biting back my lip as I looked straight into his eyes, my body jerking with each of his thrusts. "Mmm...you're so big, George—fuck," I moaned, encouraging his movements even more, as his hips now began slamming into my thighs.
With each of his vigorous thrusts, I began to feel his skin rubbing up against my most sensitive spot, now wrapping my legs around his waist, making the sensation even more intense.
"Christ...fuck, Calista," George moaned, as he brought his mouth momentarily to mine, placing a sloppy kiss on my lips, his deep thrusts contiuing to make me jerk with each one. "I'm so...I'm so fucking close—oh, god," he groaned, as I now felt his dick pulsating inside of me.
As I now began to feel myself getting overwhelmingly close as well, my nails dug into his back even more, now letting out desperate cries.
"Yes—yes...oh, god, yes, George," I gasped, no longer being able to hold onto my release any longer.
"That's...that's it, darling," he grunted through shaky breaths. "Look at me," he managed to let out, quickly grasping me by my jaw, making me hold eye contact with him as he thrust deeply into me, now releasing onto his throbbing cock, letting out one last cry of pleasure.
"You feel...you feel...so good," he grunted, and after one last deep thrust into me, George quickly let out his release as well, his cum dripping out of my aching and pulsating heat as he pulled out of me slowly.
As we both attempted to catch our breaths, with his body now laying overtop mine, his forehead resting on the carpet next to my face and our fingers interlaced, he planted small kisses alongside my neck.
Continuing to bury his face into my neck, leaving small marks along the base of it, he spoke up, as we both had now finally managed to catch our breaths.
"Have I ever told you...how bloody amazing you are?" He spoke softly, now propping himself up with an arm as he peered down at me with longing eyes.
"A few times, yes," I said smiling up at him, lifting my head up to give him a gentle peck on his lips, one of his hands now caressing my thigh.
"Good..." he spoke whilst gently running his fingers along the side of my leg, sending arousing shivers throughout my body. "...you'll have to get used to it," he said, with that devilishly handsome grin he always wore.
Although we only lay there for a few more minutes before having to head with the others, taking in the silence that now filled the room, we both took in the warmth of the amber-coloured flames, watching them for what felt like an eternity.
As I awoke the next morning in George's bed with my eyes still shut, I reached out my arms either side of me, feeling around to grab onto him, but to my disappointment, he wasn't there.
Rubbing my eyes to see properly now, I opened them to see a tall figure standing a few feet from me. With my vision still being cloudy, I could only make out the outline of the figure, as well as the vibrant red hair. Giving my eyes a few more rubs, I looked back up to see not George, but Fred, who now stood bare-chested, pulling a knit sweater over his head.
"Did you just get undressed entirely while I was sleeping?" I asked with annoyance in my voice, as he now noticed my awakening, looking down at me with an unbothered expression on his face.
"Your point? It's not like you don't already know how I look naked," he said smirking, as he now sat down on his bed, pulling up his socks over his feet. "Besides, you're one to talk with that stunt you pulled last week...although I must say, I didn't mind the show," he said standing back up and giving me an obnoxious grin.
"You're a git, Fred," I said, rolling my eyes and reaching for a pillow, holding it up in a threatening way before he jokingly held his hands up in surrender. "Merry Christmas, by the way," I said, only the slightest annoyed still.
"Right, Merry Christmas," he said, now lacing up his shoes.
As I waited for him to leave so that I could get changed, I attempted to have a proper conversation with him for once.
"So...what's the game plan with Rowan then?" I asked teasingly, making him look down at the ground as he attempted to look clueless as to what I was insinuating.
"Don't know what you're talking about," he muttered under his breath, seemingly frustrated with the situation. "Besides...things are really complicated with Angelina and I at the moment. I don't have time to think about things like that right now," he spoke, a miserable expression showing on his face. As I didn't think it was my position to talk poorly of Angelina, despite her being a rather unpleasant person, I turned my focus back to the subject of the Ravenclaw girl.
"She seems very nice...Rowan," I said, gazing up at him. "You deserve someone nice, Fred," I now spoke, giving him a small, friendly smile. He silently nodded his head as he thoughtfully stared down at his feet.
"Thanks," he said, now clearing his throat. "I just need to figure things out with Angelina first, you know?" He asked, looking at me for some kind of reassurance.
"Of course," I spoke, nodding my head.
"Anyways, I'll see you downstairs," he said, giving me a small smile and then heading out the door.
As much as Fred joked around all the time, even more so than George, he seemed to be in a quite manipulative situation with Angelina. Seeing as George had voiced his distress over how she treated his brother weeks ago to me, I did my best in giving him some much needed advice; however, after thinking about it, I was probably the last person that should be giving advice on manipulation. But, like Fred said himself, he would have to figure things out on his own with Angelina before thinking about anything else.
As I was now eager to go and find George, I quickly got changed and made my way downstairs, where loud chatter amongst everyone ensued. Although I had been at The Burrow for nearly two weeks now, I still couldn't grasp how different the Weasley family were to that of my own. Of course, I hadn't grown up surrounded with such a large family as George's, let alone any siblings—but I couldn't help but feel envious of all of them, as they all grew up with nothing but support and love.
Before my thoughts went any further, I turned the corner of the living space into the kitchen, where I now spotted George, who also wore a knitted jumper similar to Fred's. Not noticing me yet, I saw him quickly shove a biscuit in his mouth, making his mum swat him on the shoulder and scold him for not waiting until after breakfast. As he laughed it off, he now looked up to see me with a bright simple on his face as he made his way towards me.
"Goodmorning," I said, looking up at him with longing eyes, as he snuck an arm around my waist.
"Morning," he spoke calmly, now placing a soft kiss on the side of my mouth, causing me to blush and glance around the room to see if anybody saw. "Sorry for leaving you this morning...but you looked like an angel and I didn't want to wake you," he said, smiling down at me innocently.
"Hmm...smart answer, Weasley," I said, giving him a mischievous grin and getting one in return before Mrs. Weasley began to shout from the kitchen.
"I want everyone in the living room in ten minutes for gifts! Breakfast is almost ready and I don't want it to be cold by the time we get to it," she shouted, attempting to get the attention of everyone.
"Oh...Calista dear, here," Mrs. Weasley spoke with a bright smile, handing over a package to me. "Everyone wears theirs before we open gifts," she said, prompting me to open it up, to which I obliged as I now tore open the wrappings and unraveled a green knitted jumper with a large yellow 'C' placed at the center of it.
Quickly scanning the room, I noticed that everyone else's jumpers were a maroon colour, except the one George now wore, which used the exact same colours as mine. I smiled deeply at this, now looking up at Mrs. Weasley who looked just as excited about it as myself.
"Thank you so much, Mrs. Weasley...I love it, thank you," I said so gratefully, now pulling it up over my head to wear. George now glanced at me in the jumper, grinning and biting down on his lip.
Before Mrs. Weasley could respond to me, she began to shout at Fred for some prank he had now pulled on Ron, chasing after him and leaving George and I standing alone together.
"Oh...speaking of...I, uh got you something," he said shyly, now reaching down for a slender purple box that was placed under the Christmas tree. "Um...do you want to open it elsewhere?" He asked, as I quickly nodding my head yes, also reaching down for a package—this time it being a black, square shaped one.
"I've got something for you too," I said, causing him to smile brightly at me in wonderment. "Do you want to go outside?" I asked him, garnering a nod from him, now us both grabbing our jackets and quickly slipping on our boots to head outside.
As we now stood outside, Mrs. Weasley's Snowfall spell had seemed to be working quite well, as large snowflakes fell from the sky, the ground beneath my feet now covered in inches of it.
"Here, you open first," I said, handing the square box over to George, now suddenly getting nervous that he wouldn't like it. He smiled sweetly at me as he now took the box from my hands and started to tear off the black wrappings, a look of excitement on his face.
As he now opened up the box, he unfolded the tissue that lay atop, revealing a black leather bracelet with a rectangular clasp that was silver in colour, attached to the ends of it. George picked up the bracelet, running it through his fingers—his expressions deeming almost impossible to read.
"If you turn it around, you'll see the engraving...it's a lion," I said as he now turned it so that he could see the detailed outline of his House's emblem. "I just thought it'd go well with your ring," I now said nervously, pointing at his hand that had the ring with the silver band and large black stone in the middle.
As his expressions had been very difficult to read up until this point, he now looked up at me with an appreciation so strong, that I no longer had to hold my breath waiting to see whether he liked it or not.
"Cali, this is amazing...I love it," he said, giving me an excited look as he clasped it onto his wrist, moving it around in order to see how it looked. "I've never gotten something so personal like this before...thank you," he spoke, reaching his hand down to the side of my face and placing a soft kiss on my forehead.
"Here...you're turn," he said, with an anxious look on his face as he handed over the long, purple box. As I opened the box and laid out the tissue that covered the object, my eyes went wide at the beautiful, shimmering rose that sat inside. Lifting it by its gold stem, very cautiously as its iridescent petals and leaves looked to be very delicate, I peered at it more closely now, taking in its purple and blue sheen, the shades gradually changing with each movement.
"George...this is...this is so beautiful," I said, mesmerized by the delicate flower's exquisiteness, twirling it carefully in my hand. "I've never seen anything like this before," I spoke, continuing to be captivated by its changing shades of purple.
"Well I actually made it...kind of," he said, nervously scratching the back of his head as I gave him a puzzled look. "It's a real rose, I just enchanted it to look like that...and I used a charm on it that's meant to make it last forever."
As I stood there silent, perplexed not just from the gift's sheer beauty, but the thoughtfulness and effort that was put into something that was gifted just to me, I felt like I couldn't possibly deserve someone like him.
My eyes soon began to go misty, as I repeated the same thought in my mind of me not being deserving enough of someone such as George—my sad expression soon being caught on by him, as he now reached to brush his hand down my face.
"Was my gift that terrible?" he now chuckled, as it very obviously had the opposite effect.
"It's so perfect George...I can't even express how much I love it...thank you," I said through shaky breaths, his hands coming down once more to my face as he placed a long and deep kiss against my lips, making me stand on my tippy toes.
Knowing I only had a few more days left at The Burrow until we were back at Hogwarts made me slightly anxious, with George being the only thing that seemed to ease that anxiety of mine.
As George continued to kiss me gently, he pulled away, smiling and gently stroking my cheek.
"Merry Christmas, Cali," he spoke gently.
"Merry Christmas, George."