HP ficlet: On Impulse [Harry/George, general]
Title: On Impulse Author: celandineb Fandom: HP Pairing: Harry/George Rating: general Length: 300 words Summary: Harry has invited George to spend a holiday in Cornwall with him... without quite knowing why. Note: For quill_it, 100.3, prompt 97, "shelter". For secretsolitaire, who wanted George with this prompt.
Harry couldn't identify the impulse that had led him to ask George if he'd like to go on holiday together to Cornwall. Perhaps it was simply the sense that someone who had always been as fun-loving as George would enjoy doing all the traditional, even childish, Muggle holiday activities; as had indeed been the case.
They had gone to Land's End and Penzance and Truro, visited a fun fair and eaten spun sugar and ice creams and gone on rides that spun them about until they were both nearly sick, and generally had a roaring good time doing all the sorts of things that neither of them had really had a chance to do as children.
After nearly a week of that, today they had decided to take a break from being tourists and spend the day flying. The weather had been beautiful when they began in the morning, and still fine when they had stopped to devour sandwiches at midday, but now a sudden squall had sprung up, drenching them.
George flew close in to Harry and gestured toward a large copse of trees ahead and to the left on the hillside. He shouted, but Harry could only dimly make out,"... shelter there...," over the rain pounding his skull.
He swooped down behind George to the edge of the evergreens. They were thickly planted, and it was still more or less dry under their spreading branches.
Harry couldn't keep his eyes off the way George's wet shirt clung to him, outlining every muscle on his chest. When he saw that George had noticed his stare, he flushed and looked away.
"Harry?" George sounded almost as nervous as Harry felt.
That gave him courage enough to meet George's eyes, and take a step that put them into each other's arms.