Shaking Letters
He'd been acting weird all week. Shuffling around (y/n), being somewhat distant when they were alone in her living room. At this point, it was freaking her out a bit. The first thought that came to mind was that she was about to be pranked majorly by her boyfriend and his twin… but no, George would never do that to her. Once and a while, he would prank her in small ways, but nothing required him to be nervous like this. Was he planning on ending their relationship? Did she do something wrong?
By Friday, (y/n) had become as nervous around George as he was around her. He still kissed her goodnight before they fell asleep and still woke up earlier than her to make breakfast...but he still was being so weird around her. She couldn't help but feel uneasy when he clearly was on edge.
Like usual, he'd gotten up and dressed before her. But, when she sleepily steps into the kitchen, she doesn't find him at the breakfast table as usual. In fact, he's nowhere to be seen.
(y/n) frowns, sliding the paper near her. The Prophet sits on the table in front of his empty chair. Curious, she picks the paper up. She notices some of the letters look odd. The letter 'w' in owl seems to pulse on the page. Picking up the newspaper to further investigate, she notices the letter 'i' in another word shaking nearby.
"That's odd…" she opens the paper noticing other letters doing strange things.
"W-I-L-L…" she flips the page, "Y-O-U…M-A-R-R-- What?" (y/n) slams the paper down on the table. She feels the familiar prickling sensation of someone watching nearby on her neck. Turning, she finds George standing in the doorway. He looks nervously at her, pulling at his collar.
"Well--?" He asks.
"What is this?" (y/n) picks up the paper showing it to him, "What is happening?"
George blushes further, grinning, "did you uh--read the paper?"
"I read the paper! What the hell is going on, George Weasley?"
He scratches the back of his neck. Moving slowly towards her, he awkwardly crouches down next to where (y/n) is sitting. "(y/n), will you marry me?"
(y/n)' s eyes widen before she's throwing herself into his arms, "yes! Of course!" She peppers kisses across his cheeks and nose, finally settling one onto his lips.
When she pulls back, she smacks his chest, "This is why you were so weird all week. You scared me, George! I thought you were going to break up with me."
"Sorry," he smiles sheepishly, "I was really nervous. You have no idea."
"I definitely do know!" (y/n) rolls her eyes.
"I thought it was a good idea, charming the letters in the Prophet."
"You couldn't have done it Monday, perhaps? Saved the suspense of the entire week?"
He grins, "I could've, but then I wouldn't have had the ring in hand." He pulls out a small diamond ring from his jacket pocket.
"Oh, George--" (y/n) admires the ring. It wasn't flashy by any means, but it had to have cost him a substantial amount of money. More than was probably wise to spend. "It's beautiful."
"You think? Fred reckons I spent too much," he helps her slip the ring on her finger.
"You definitely did. I would've said yes ring or no ring."
"I could return it," he grins.
(y/n) laughs, pulling her hand away from his, "don't even joke about that!" She leans back towards him, moving a stray piece of red hair from his forehead. "Fred doesn't know what he's talking about, honestly."