You hadn’t meant for it to happen.

You were just “looking.”

That’s what you’d told yourself when you walked past the little rescue centre on the edge of Diagon Alley. You were only killing time while George was at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, buried in paperwork and prototype testing.

Just looking.

You were not prepared for a pair of soft eyes and a wiggling tail to look back at you like you were the answer to every problem in the world.

Three hours later, you were standing in your flat with a tiny dog sniffing your rug like he paid rent.

You stared at him.

He stared at you.

“Oh Merlin,” you whispered. “I have a boyfriend.”

The dog sneezed.

Right. George.

You grabbed your phone.

Your fingers hovered over the screen.

Promise you won’t be mad

You watched the little “typing…” appear almost instantly.

I promise absolutely nothing.

You bit your lip, pacing while the dog tried to chew your shoelace.

i want you to meet someone

Your heart was pounding like you’d committed a crime. Which… maybe you had.

You quickly snapped a picture. The dog sitting crookedly, one ear up, one ear flopped down, looking painfully innocent. You sent it before you could overthink it.

Three dots.

Gone.

Three dots again.

IS THAT A DOG?

You winced.

WHEN DID YOU GET A DOG??

You looked down at the small creature currently attempting to climb your leg.

You text back

Today

There’s a pause this time.

A longer one.

You imagine him standing behind the counter at the shop, hair falling in his face, staring at his phone like it personally offended him.

TODAY??

i leave you alone for ONE DAY and you start a family without me.

You burst out laughing, the dog startled by the sound and immediately barking at your phone like George could hear him.