"Do you remember when we had our first flying lesson and I made a comment about your pigtails so you pushed me off my broom when I was about ten feet in the air?" George asked, stroking her hair as she smiled serenely, the satisfaction of that moment still running deep in her veins.
Laughing and curling up into his side she nodded, "You had to go to the hospital wing and I was forced to apologise to you," she chuckled.
They were cuddling on the bedroom floor, going through some photo albums from when George was five up until the time being. He had been reluctant to see it but Bella had noticed it peaking out from his dresser and begged.
Bella had featured in a few, most of them being at Quidditch matches, zooming in the background with her beaters bat.
"We lost that match cause you took out Wood with a bludger," George exclaimed accusatorily.
Laughing, Bella replied, "He had it coming, he was totally checking me out in Potions!"
Scowling playfully, George grinned, "I'll kill him," he joked to be met with two lips on his and fingers playing with his hair.
He immediately accepted it, kissing her back softly, his hands wrapping around her waist gently as if she was made of glass.
"Thank you," she whispered, her eyes glossy with emotion, "For everything today."
"No problemo," he grinned, pecking her lips quickly only to be yanked into another long and earth-shattering kiss, his heart, melting when he heard her laugh as he pinched her side cheekily.
"I'm finally starting to accept that you might not be who I thought you were," she whispered, breaking the kiss yet again.
"Six years, Merlin, took you long enough."
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