~Can You Blame Me?~

Without hesitation George leant down and placed his hand on her lower back, pulling her into a heated kiss. Their lips moved rhythmically, not skipping a beat, it was as if no time had passed.

Bella raked her nails through his flaming hair, a simple gesture than drove him absolutely insane.

Golden sunlight burst through the arched windows as the sun finally sliced through the large storm clouds bathing the couple in an aureate light.

"We should go back to class," Bella whispered against his lips, "Ok," he grinned, pecking her lightly and wrapping her in a hug, his chin resting on her shoulder.

George couldn't help grinning as she took his hand and led him towards the classroom, her icy eyes gleaming with pure serotonin.

"Come on slowpoke."

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During the entire lesson, George's eyes were flicking back to Bella's desk where she sat copying down notes contentedly.

"And what would the answer to number two be Mr Weasley?" Professor Flitwick squeaked, clearly noticing George's absentness.

"Um, I'm not sure Professor," he admitted sheepishly, twirling his quill between his fingers but before Flitwick could say anything the bell rang and everyone leapt out of their chairs, shoving their quills and textbooks in their bag.

George shot Bella a crooked smile and winked causing her cheeks to burn a bright red.

"Meet me outside," he mouthed, smirking when she nodded, blushing feverishly.

Bella walked out of the classroom, looked to either side and happily found George leaning against a stone pillar.

"Missed me already Weasley," she grinned, throwing her arms around his neck, not caring about the staring onlookers.

"Can you blame me Malfoy?" he retorted, his heart skipping a beat as she playfully tousled his flaming orange hair.

Her pink lips broke out into a beaming grin, her white teeth blinding everyone around her, "Not at all."

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