"Ron is going to kill us," you chuckled as you messily smeared paint on the walls, ruining any posters that he had on there. You turned your head to see George with a large grin on his face, unapologetic as he covered Ron's room with the blue liquid. "George! Not on his bed!"

"Go big or go home, my love," he cooed as he skipped over to you. He kissed your cheek, sloppily, wrapping his strong arms around you, keeping his palms away to ensure he doesn't get any paint on you.

"He's going to send me home because of you, Weasley," you shook your head, laughing as you two stared at your masterpiece. You pecked his nose, giggling as he scrunched his face up in delight.

"I wouldn't let him," George murmured, burying his head into your nest of hair. "You're stuck with me forever!"

"Ooh," you teased, pushing away from him jokingly. "Who said I wanted that?"

He cocked an eyebrow, a devious smirk tugging on his lips. What started as a small prank turned into turning Ron's room into a sea of blue. You didn't know how you ended up here but after a few words of encouragement from Fred- "Why not just paint his whole room blue?" "Come on, Y/N! It'll be funny." "You know I'd help you guys out but it's date night with Angelina tonight." "Take pictures, though."- you decided to go along with the ridiculous idea.

George walked away, returning to his side of the room, or so you thought. You turned around, laughing in triumph, not seeing that George dunked his hands into the bucket of paint and sneakily made his way towards you. As you began closing off the paint cans to leave Ron's room for the big reveal, George picked you up, swabbing the pads of his fingers on your exposed skin.

"You have no choice but to be stuck with me forever!" George laughed, spinning you around the room with the uncapped paint can in your hand. The paint splashed everywhere, hitting untouched parts of Ron's bedroom and the both of you.

You squealed, "Weasley! Put me down!"

"Never!" he attacked you with kisses all over your face, enjoying the way you were squirming from under him. George didn't even care that he was covered in blue paint that probably won't come out in the wash. He mentally apologized to his mother for the mess the both of you created but at the moment he couldn't help but not care.

You tried to get out of his tight grip, but failed, causing the two of you to fall to the floor in hysterics. You landed on top of him, the paint can happily spilling all the remaining paint onto Ron's rug. The once organized bedroom was now covered in blue paint with you and George right in the middle of it.

George held your hips with his hands, steadying you as you sat on his stomach. Your hair tickled the side of his face as you leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips. He hummed in satisfaction, pulling your body closer to his as he deepened the kiss. Your tongue swiped his bottom lip and he gladly obliged, parting his lips enough to let your tongue in. You let out a whimper as he squeezed your hips, subconsciously bucking his hips into the air.

Before you could take it any further, the door to Ron's room swung open. Ron yelled, "Why are you two having sex in my room? And why is my room covered in paint? What did you two bloody do?"

Startled, you pulled away from George, trying to hold in your laughter. In a teasing tone, you answered first, "Surprise?"

"I'm going to kill you," Ron snarled, nostrils flaring as he looked around his room, which was now blue from top to bottom. The paint reeked, too, and it was getting difficult for him to breath. His eyes met George's, stepping closer to his brother, "Both of you."

George's eyes widened, "Run, my love!"

He grabbed your hand, pulling you to one side as Ron tried to catch the both of you. Your loud laughter rang throughout the semi-empty Burrow as you ran down the stairs. Ron eventually got tired chasing after you guys, deciding that his energy would be best put to cleaning up what you two ruined for him. George dragged you out to a secluded part of the area, by an old tree that provided shade for the two of you on the sunny, summer day.

He finally let go of your hand, chest heaving as he flashed his award-winning smile to you. George plopped down, leaning against the trunk of the tree and motioned for you to sit beside him. You sat next to George and laid your head on his shoulder. It took a minute before you both caught your breath, giggling as your heartbeats returned to a normal rhythm.

"You're going to be the death of me, Weasley," you chuckled, punching his arm softly.

He wrapped that same arm around you, placing a kiss to the crown of your head. "Don't say that. I don't want to imagine the love of my life, dead."

"I'm the love of your life?"

"Mhm," George answered, not missing a beat. "That you are. Even if you don't want to be with me forever."

"I was only joking, Georgie," you replied, a serious tone to your voice now. You laced your fingers with his, playing with the sleeve of his shirt. "You're the one I want."

"Yeah?" His voice dripped with fondness and a bit of apprehension because Merlin, how did he get so lucky with you?

"Mhm."

"When I marry you, you'll have the prettiest and shiniest ring ever made," George began, looking down at you as he started to talk. He thought about it a lot- your future together. He saw you two with a lot of kids, growing up with a big family would do that to a man. George saw you as his wife, dancing in the comfort of the moonlight when you were both old and wrinkly. He saw you walking down the aisle, wearing a beautiful dress, carrying a bouquet of flowers that you, Mione, and Ginny picked from his mother's garden. He saw it all with you. He saw life with you.

Amused, you looked up at him, "Yeah?"

"Oh, yeah," he reinforced, continuing his story. "The shop is gonna be booming, my love, just you wait. Me and Fred are gonna be successful, I can feel it. Then, I'll have enough money to give you the things you deserve. Diamonds, fancy dates, a nice house, you name it. I'll give you everything you've ever dreamt of."

"That sounds nice," you sighed. You snuggled closer to him, loving the way he blanketed you with a feeling of comfort whenever you're around him. "But the only thing I've ever dreamt of is a life with you, Georgie. The rest of that is nice, yeah, but I don't need that to be happy. I just need you."

George smiled sadly. He knew he didn't have much and money was always tight. He always wanted to spoil you rotten and he felt pathetic not being able to do it. Hearing those words leave your lips, meant more to him than he could ever articulate. He kissed you softly, "You mean that?"

"George Weasley," you laughed, taking his face in your hands. "I'd marry you with paper rings."

He chuckled against your lips, "I love you."

"I love you, too."