The Burrow is bustling with activity, but you and George have managed to sneak away from the chaos. The two of you find yourselves sitting on the back porch, the night sky above dotted with stars. George leans back in his chair, one leg over the armrest, looking over at you with a playful smile.

“Y’know, I never thought I’d end up with someone like you,” he says, his voice teasing but warm. “I mean, I thought I’d just be stuck with Fred forever. It’s nice, though. Being with you, I mean.”

You raise an eyebrow and laugh softly. “You’re not stuck with me, George.”

He chuckles, shifting closer, his hand brushing against yours as he leans in slightly. “Nah, I meant it in a good way. You make everything better. Like… you’re the best thing about this crazy world.”

His words make your heart flutter, and before you can respond, George pulls you into a gentle kiss, the warmth of his affection spreading through you. When you pull back, his hands find yours, holding them tightly, a silent promise that you belong together.