Physical affection- the epitome of George Weasley.

A small brush of his finger against yours. The slight graze of his lips over your temple. A vice grip on your thigh.

It could be maddening, were it not for the fact that he was such a perfect lover.

After hours in Potions, the library seemed heavenly. With an exhausted breath, you round a bookshelf. Only to meet a pair of beautiful chocolate eyes and a head of red hair.

“I’ve saved you a seat.” George grins, pointing a finger to his lap.