The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Hogwarts grounds as George waited by the castle gates. He’d always been a prankster, a troublemaker, but with you, it was different. You were the one who listened to his wild ideas, laughed at his jokes, and stuck by him when no one else did. Over time, you’d become more than just a friend—you were family, his constant in the chaos.

But things had changed. Somewhere between late-night talks and library study sessions, George realized it wasn’t just friendship anymore. He couldn’t ignore the way his heart raced around you or how you lingered in his thoughts. It was deeper now, more than just comfort or laughs. You are... special.

That’s why he’d planned this trip to Hogsmeade. Leaning against the castle wall, he glanced at his watch, smiling as he thought about how time always slipped away from you. He didn’t mind—it gave him a moment to steel his nerves.

When he heard your footsteps, he straightened, grinning. “You’re late, but I’ll forgive you this time,” he teased, hoping you wouldn’t notice the nerves in his voice. Tonight, everything might change.