Secrets Only Trouble Knows - George Weasley

20 - Just Like Heaven

{ A/N: I highly recommend checking out the song "Just Like Heaven" by the Cure mentioned later in the chapter!

Also... new POV in the second half of this! ;) }

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At the sight of none other than George Weasley in front of me, I let out a shriek and instantly dropped the towel I'd been using for my hair, eyes nearly bulging out of my head. I was not only so surprised but equally as confused by how and why this particular boy was currently on my bed that I could do nothing but stare at him for several moments, slack-jawed. All he did in return was let the cheekiest of smirks dance upon his face.

"We really have to stop meeting like this, Pierce," George spoke smoothly, fleetingly drawing his bottom lip between his teeth. "Second time you've greeted me only in a towel—"

I blinked, utterly bewildered.

"I— you— what the bloody hell are you doing in my room?" I spluttered, failing to get out any other words.

Suddenly coming to terms with the precarious situation I was now in, I clung tightly to the towel around my body, making sure it was securely fastened around my chest and hiding everything else that did not to be seen by anyone but me. I shouldn't have been surprised when his eyes dipped downward and followed my movements before he returned my gaze with a devious grin.

Boys! Oh, I was going to kill him—

"This is your room?" he pondered thoughtfully, suddenly glancing about with an innocent look upon his face that I could see through too easily. "Thought it was Jasper's. My mistake."

I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, because this definitely looks like it would be my brother's room, doesn't it?"

I gestured around to the things that decorated the walls— drawings and paintings, photographs of my friends and me, records of bands my brother certainly did not listen to. Not to mention there were no posters for famous Quidditch teams to be found, and the floors were not covered with clothes like Jasper's usually was.

George smiled again, eyes twinkling with mischief. He and I both knew he was lying, but he continued to play dumb anyway.

"Figured he had a side to him I'd never seen before," he replied casually, giving a shrug of his shoulders.

"Oh, come off it," I groaned. "Why the hell are you here, Weasley? You know, at my house? And more importantly, in my room, while I'm showering?! I could have walked out bloody naked!"

"Well, that's part of the reason—"

Gaping, I grabbed my brush conveniently resting on the dresser beside me and chucked it at him as hard as I could.

"Ew!" I shrieked. "You're such a pig!"

He simply ducked out of the way, letting the brush hit my headboard with a loud smack. He erupted into a fit of laughs, only furthering my anger.

Stupid Quidditch players and their stupid quick reflexes!

"Relax, I'm just joking," he assured me with his hands up, still chuckling. "I'm at your house because Jasper invited Fred and me over for a visit. And here in your room because I couldn't wait to see the look on your face when you found that out."