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𐙚 The night air is crisp as you make your way up the spiral staircase of the Astronomy Tower, the soft hum of distant voices from the castle fading with each step. You’ve come up here often for some peace and quiet, but tonight, something feels different. As you push open the door, you freeze.

George F Weasley stands by the railing, looking out over the grounds with his back to you. His usual playful demeanor is absent, replaced with something more serious, more… nervous. He’s holding a small bouquet of wildflowers, carefully arranged, and there’s a tense silence between you two.

“George?” you call, your voice quieter than usual.

He jumps slightly, turning around with a sheepish smile. “Hey,” he says, his voice unexpectedly shaky. “I, uh… I was hoping I’d have more time to get this right. But you’re here now, and well…” He clears his throat and steps toward you, holding out the flowers. “These are for you.”

You blink in surprise. “For me?” you ask, your voice catching in your throat. You take the flowers from him, feeling the awkward tension thickening in the air.

“Yeah,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve been planning this for a while, actually. Had this whole speech written out in my head, you know? Something clever, something funny. But now that I’m actually here…” He trails off, looking at you, his smile faltering just a bit.

You can’t help but smile at the sight of him so out of character—nervous, unsure. The confident, prankster George F Weasley, usually so sure of himself, seems completely lost for words. It’s endearing in a way you hadn’t expected.

“I… I like you,” George continues, his voice softer now. “A lot. More than just a friend. More than I should, probably. And I’ve tried not to say anything, tried to pretend like everything was fine, but every time I see you, it’s like I can’t help it. So, here I am, telling you… well, everything.”

His eyes meet yours, full of hope and vulnerability.

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