Us ; George Weasley

Twenty-seven

I have never noticed how beautiful George's side profile is. He looks like a saint. A god. Especially with his long red hair that frames his face perfectly.

The way he sat on the floor, leaned back on his hands and his legs folded while his eyes focused on the snow that was falling outside the windows.

Fuck.

Fred was here too. We were just hanging out together, the three of us while waiting for Lee to get out of class.

When we met up, George was all cute and giddy, telling Fred that I was wearing the necklace. He keeps saying that. It makes him happy to see that I wear it everyday. And Fred would always say something back.

"She's wearing the necklace."

"You're whipped, mate."

That was today. It made me smile and I gave George a small kiss as I hugged them. Then Fred wanted a hug too, and now we were sitting on the floor in the second floor corridor.

I was holding George's hand in my lap. I had our fingers laced together, and it was nice. His hand was warm and fit perfectly in mine.

I loved the feeling of being with George. I didn't know a relationship should feel like this, because I never felt this way with Cameron.

"Did you know— that goosebumps are meant to scare off predators?" I asked out of the blue, causing both of the twins to turn their heads and look at me. "And that rabbits can't puke?"

"I uh— no." George laughed softly. "I did not know that."

"Well, it's interesting, don't you think?" I asked and I noticed the look the two of them exchanged. They were amused.

"How do you know that?" Fred questioned, obviously biting back a laugh.

"I read a lot of books." I explained. "And Eleanor gave me this book last year for Christmas with all these random facts."

"Do you have more?" He asked, tilting his head as their eyes stayed on me while I looked out of the windows.

"Fingernails don't grow after you die." I said. "Oh, and a dozen bodies were found in Benjamin Franklin's basement."

I first looked at George to see him widen his eyes, and when I looked at Fred, he wore the same expression.

"That turned dark real fast." George said, causing me to laugh as I shook my head.

"No, he didn't murder them. I don't remember why they were there but they don't believe it was murder."

"Oh." They said in unison. "Okay."

Silence.

"Who's Benjamin Franklin?" Fred then asked, making my eyes widen as I looked at him, my lips parting in shock.

"You did not just ask that." I said softly. "Fred, you did not just ask me who Benjamin Franklin is."

"Is he famous?" George then asked. I let go of my head and brought my hands to my face.

Alright, I get that Benjamin Franklin was a Muggle and not English... but seriously?

"He was one of the founding fathers of the Unites States." I explained to them. "Along with John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, Alexander Hamilton, James Monroe and George Washington."

"George?" My boyfriend asked as his face lit up. "That's my name."

"I'm aware of—"

"Wait, that's not fair!" Fred said. "Why do George get to be a founding father? What about me?"