You’d fallen asleep in his bed more times than you could count.

It always started the same way — you’d sneak into Georges dorm after curfew, whispering his name through the dark. He’d grin, pull you inside by the wrist, and whisper something reckless like, “Missed you, trouble.” You’d stay for an hour, maybe two. And somehow, it always turned into the whole night.

Sometimes it was innocent — you’d both stay up talking until you fell asleep mid-conversation, your head tucked under his chin. Other times… not so much.

Last night had definitely been one of those times.

The curtains were still drawn tight when you woke, the room dim and hazy with the faint scent of his cologne and something a little warmer. George was still out cold, snoring softly into the pillow with one arm thrown over your stomach. You smiled to yourself, careful not to wake him as you slid free from his hold.

You dressed quietly, collecting your things from the chaos that was his room. Your skirt was under his chair, your tie wrapped around his lamp, your shoes nowhere near each other. By the time you slipped out of his dorm and back to yours, your heart was still pounding from the thrill of not getting caught.

Breakfast came and went. You sat with your friends, pretending to listen to the chatter while still half lost in last night. Everything felt perfectly normal — until your phone buzzed against the table.

You glanced down. George WeasIey.

I think you left something behind…

You frowned, confused, until another notification popped up — a photo.

You nearly dropped your phone.

He’d sent a picture of your panties.

Your thumbs flew across the screen.

George!! 😳

Another message came through almost instantly.

Don’t worry, I put them somewhere safe.

You exhaled, half relieved, half mortified — until the next one appeared.

and by safe, I mean I’ve been staring at them for the last ten minutes trying to decide if I should be a gentleman or a pervert.

You gasped and clutched your phone tightly in your hands.

GEORGE!!

A second later, his next message appeared.

What? I’m torn! They’re just sitting here, smelling like you…

You covered your face with one hand, glancing around the nearly empty common room like someone might somehow see the words on your screen.

And then came the next one

Might be safer if you came and picked them up yourself.

You hesitated, staring at your screen, heart racing faster than it should’ve. Then you typed

Fine… I’m coming.

His reply popped up before you could even put the phone down.

Please hurry before I lose all self-control.