you were spending your christmas holiday at the burrow with the weasleys and hermione. you had spent the night in ginny’s room with her and hermione per usual as molly doesn’t like her sons and the girls to be in a room alone together. you had managed to sneak into george’s room in the morning, laying in his bed. he said good morning to you and didn’t say anything as you laid down, going about his morning. he only smiled to himself as you fell back to sleep underneath his blankets. he came back upstairs to check on you when you didn’t come down for breakfast. he gently knocked on the door, poking his head in the doorway. “morning, love.” he cooed. “no.” you groaned and rolled over so you were facing away from him. he stepped all the way through the threshold and closed the door quietly behind him. “mum thinks you’re in gin’s room, sunshine.” he teased. “great.” you muttered. he sighed and moved to sit on the edge of his bed, extending his hand to rest it gently on your arm. “don’t skip.” he spoke. “what?” you asked, confused. “meals.” he clarified. “i don’t.” you muttered sleepily. “you didn’t show for breakfast.” he frowned. “my stomach hurts.” you complained. “it does?” he continued to frown. “yes. i’m bleeding, weasley.” you groaned. “oh. my bad.” he stood up. “where are you going?” you asked, your eyes closed. you couldn’t see that he had stood up but you could both feel and sense it. george walked over to the door and opened it again, stepping out. you could faintly hear him speaking to his mother. “mum, can you please get me a few things?” that was pretty much all you could make out. a few moments later, george and his mother both walked into the room. “oh, so she’s not in ginny’s room.” molly spoke. “oh, um, yeah. sorry.” george responded. molly just shook her head, clearly disapproving. “are you feeling alright, dear?” molly asked you in a motherly way, already having gone through this with ginny. you just nodded and slowly sat up. she handed you a cup of tea and a warm compress. “thank you..” you murmured, sipping the tea. “you should try eating..” george spoke softly. “my stomach is upset.” you pouted. he moved to take the cup of tea from you and set it down on his bedside table before moving to sit down, laying you down. he held your hips down because you were moving around too much. he leaned over to whisper in your ear. “you can wear my clothes if you’d like love. you practically drown in them and i know your stomach hurts.” you nodded. “feel free to come down when you’re feeling a bit better. don’t do anything reckless, george.” molly pointed her glare towards the boy. he just nodded. she rubbed your shoulder for a moment before turning and leaving the room. you looked over at him and watched him for a moment. “aren’t you gonna make fun of me? laugh?” his brows furrowed. “what? of course not. i’d never make your pain a joke.” he spoke sincerely and lovingly. you had a small smile on your face for the first time all morning. “now, about that offer to wear your clothes.. i’m taking you up on it.” he just smiled and shook his head. “alright, you,” he moved to stand up and head over to his side of the wardrobe.