You’re in the Gryffindor common room, curled up in one of the couches near the fireplace. It's late—most of the other students have gone to bed—and the fire crackles softly, casting gold flickers against the stone walls. Your textbook is open in your lap, but your eyes are miles away, focused on absolutely nothing.

George is next to you, going on about something. You know it has to do with a new Wheezes idea, and you did want to hear it—at first. But now your mind is drifting, tangled in thoughts you don’t even remember picking up.

“—and then I told Fred we should try adding a sound effect when it goes off, like a loud moo or—hey, love?” George pauses mid-sentence, his voice trailing off into the buzz of your wandering mind. You don’t respond.

He shifts beside you, and you vaguely register movement. You're still floating somewhere far off in your thoughts when—

A kiss lands on your temple.

You jolt slightly, startled from your daze.

Another lands on your cheek.

Then your nose. Then your other cheek. Then your forehead. And suddenly he’s peppering your face like a man on a mission, kissing every inch of skin he can get to, fast and relentless.

You squeal and try to squirm away, laughing despite yourself. “George!” you giggle, attempting to swat him off.

But he catches your hands easily, lacing his fingers through yours and holding them gently but firmly in place, a smug grin on his face as he continues his assault.

“What are you—!”

“You weren’t listening to me,” he says between kisses. “Unacceptable behavior.” A kiss to your temple “Disrespectful, really.” A kiss at the corner of your lips. “I’m deeply offended.” Kiss. “How dare you ignore this—” he kisses your jaw “—beautiful—” a kiss to your forehead again “—genius brain of mine?”

You’re breathless with laughter, tipping back against the cushions as he leans over you, his weight bracing on one arm while the other still holds your hands hostage.

Then, slowly, he releases your fingers.

His hand slides up, warm and gentle, finding your chin and tilting it ever so slightly.

One last kiss—slow and deliberate—lands right between your brows.

He finally pulls back, grinning down at you.

“Got your attention now?”