For: Mystii's 30 Drabbles in 30 Days Challenge on HPFC
Disclaimer: JKR owns HP

Prompt: Stormier

Daphne sat alone in her room, huddled against her headboard, cuddling her cushion (with cartoon owls on it). Outside, the night grew stormier by the minute. With each strike of lightning, each rumble of thunder, she shuddered, hiding her head in her lap. Her fear of thunderstorms had lived with her for as long as she could remember, and even at age sixteen, she was still (completely and utterly) petrified of them.

There was a crack, and it sounded so close that Daphne let out a short scream, pressing her forehead against her knees as tears leaked from beneath her eyelids.

"Daph, what's wrong?"

She slapped her hand against her mouth, holding back another scream, as when she looked up, George's face loomed closed to hers. She looked at him wildly for a moment, wrapping her mind around what was happening. But then thunder rumbled and she squeaked, leaping George's arms, burying her head in his shoulder.

"Whoa, Daphne," he said as he almost lost balance, stumbling slightly. Carefully, he sat down on the edge of her bed, adjusting Daphne's body so she sat sideways on his lap. "You're afraid of thunderstorms?"

Ignoring his question, she wiped her eyes and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I left my jacket here yesterday ... I was gonna pick it-" But he was cut off by another rumble, and Daphne clung onto him tightly, fisting his shirt. He rubbed her back soothingly and rocked back and forth. "It's alright, Daph," he murmured, "nothing's going to harm you. I'm here. It's okay. There's nothing to be scared about." He repeated these soothing words for a good few minutes, kissing her head between sentences.

Slowly and steadily, she calmed down. With every clash of lightning, every roll of thunder, she flinched, but with George's arms around her (squeezing gently whenever she showed signs of fear), it was hard to feel too terrified.

Sniffing, she whispered, "I love you, George."

He held her close and whispered back, "I love you, too." He pressed his lips against her head and closed his eyes, just holding her, acknowledging her, being with her.

After that night, at the first sign of stormy weather, he'd be there in a insant, ready to comfort her and protect her. And eventually, when she had to return to Hogwarts, the mere thought of those nights could calm her, send her into such a state of relaxation that her friends feared she was delusional. Hidden beneath the quilts in the Slytherin girls' dorm, she could practically feel George's arms around her, hear his breath behind her ear, smell his aftershave.

Her fear of thunderstorms was no more.

A/N: Well, this is it. I've had so much fun writing these, I'm kind of sad to see it end. But all good things have to come to a close, don't they? This has been really fun, but it's over now. Never going to stop writing Georphne, though. They're one of my OTPs ^.^

Thanks to all my reviewers for being so supportive and encouraging - you guys are amazing!

And thanks to Mystii for creating such an amazing, fun challenge. I really enjoyed it!