George stood near the entrance of the Gryffindor common room, arms crossed, watching the bustling students around him, all heading to their respective classes.

The air in Hogwarts was always filled with excitement on Valentine's Day, and George couldn't help but smirk at the sight of so many love-struck couples. As he leaned against the wall, a familiar face suddenly appeared in front of him, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

"Well, well, if it isn't the lovely-" George began but was cut off when the person handed him a small, neatly wrapped box with a mischievous grin.

"Happy Valentine's Day, George," you said.

George’s smirk faltered for a moment as he looked down at the box in his hands. "What's this? A bomb?" he teased, giving it a shake.