Endlessly (George Weasley X Reader)

There's a shop down the street,
where they sell plastic rings,
for a quarter a piece, I swear it.
Yeah, I know that it's cheap,
not like gold in your dreams,
but I hope that you'll still wear it.

George sighed, once again grabbing the small velvet box from his pocket. He opened it, and looked at the ring in distain. It was simple, just a small metal band with a small stone in the center. He wanted so much better for her, and even with the joke shop doing so well, he just did not have the money to buy a fancy ring. He knew she wouldn’t care whether or not the ring was fancy, but he was still embarrassed about it.

“Will you stop sighing and just give her the damn ring already?” Fred said sharply from across the room, where he was unpacking several of their new products on the shelves.

“But what if she says no?” George asked worriedly. Fred then promptly strode over to George, and smacked his head, resulting in a loud thumping sound. George opened his mouth to retaliate, but Fred held up his hand to stop him.

“You’ve been dating for what, eight years? And you liked her for three years before you finally manned up?” Fred said. “Just ask her.” Fred spoke again, his voice softer this time.

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And that was why George was now waiting for his girlfriend __y/n__ to get home from work, with shaking hands and sweaty palms. After an agonizing ten minutes (though it felt much longer to George), he heard __y/n__’s key in the door, and the last of the color drained from his face.

“Hey honey I’m hom-“ You started as you walked through the door into your and George’s apartment, only to see your boyfriend sitting on the couch, ashen faced, sweaty, and shaking slightly. You hurried over to him, kneeling down so you could look at him better.

“Are you okay?” You asked anxiously, your hand instinctively going to up to his forehead to take his temperature. “It doesn’t seem like you have a fever…” You said thoughtfully, trying to figure out what could’ve turned your normally confident and energetic boyfriend into the pale, sweaty man before you.

Without a word to you, George withdrew from his pocket a box, and opened it, decidedly looking anywhere but you. The box was small and grey, and inside was a small silver band, with a __f/c__ stone in the center. Your hand flew up to your mouth, a small squeak of surprise leaving your lips. George finally looked at you, his worry overpowering his embarrassment, and saw that your eyes were flicking from the ring to him with obvious joy, and George felt all the worry he had felt about the ring dissipate.

And then George was back, his cheerful demeanor returning as he slipped the ring on your outstretched hand, and his face broke into an incredibly large grin as you tackled him to the couch in a fierce hug. You peppered kisses all over his face, causing George to flush slightly.

“Y’know, I never actually got an answer from you.” George said cheekily.

“And I never actually got a proposal from you.” You responded.

“Good point.” George agreed. “Let’s try this again, shall we?” You nodded, and crawled off of George, moving so that you stood in front of the couch. George got down on one knee in front of you, and held out the empty ring box.

“__y/n__, will you marry me?” George asked, a large grin on his face.

“Yes.” You responded immediately, feeling happier than ever. George stood up, picked you up, and twirled you around the living room. “T-that is so cliché.” You managed to get out between your laughter. George put you down and scowled at you, pretending to be angry.

“And to think, I’m spending the rest of my life with this.” George said with a shake of his head.

*SMACK*

“I love you sweetie.” George said sheepishly, rubbing his faintly red arm.

“I love you too.” You said before leaning up and pressing your lips gently to his.

I'm not perfect, but I swear, I'm perfect for you.

End.  <3