Fireworks; George Weasley Love Story (18+)

Chapter 17: Burnt Eggs

(The Fred in this story is such a drama queen lmao)

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After yet, another argument between you and Fred about HIS relationships, you stayed upstairs with George for the night- well until you both fell asleep anyways.

At about 4:00am you woke up- George silently sleeping next to you. You examined his features before getting up to go downstairs for a glass of water for your dry throat. You tip-toed down the stairs and quietly walked to the kitchen, occasionally hearing yourself make creaks on the way. After pouring yourself some water, you walked to the table, but squealed when you noticed a dark silhouette sitting at the table. They turned their head towards you, and muttered the word "Lumos" before lighting up their face.

Fred.

You could see dry tears on his cheeks, and his tired eyes wanting to close, "Fred, why are you up? It's like 4am," you asked.

"Couldn't sleep"

"Freddie, I'm sorry about last night, but I don't regret what I did. I'm just trying to help, you admitted yourself, it doesn't feel right."

"I know, and I accept your apology, but I'm the one who should be sorry y/n so..." he cleared his throat before continuing, "I am, I'm sorry" he said. You softly smiled and accepted. You handed him your water and told him to drink some, his throat was obviously soar and his raspy voice made it obvious.

You left the table and got a small wash cloth and soaked it in luke-warm water before squeezing it over the kitchen sink so it was damp. You walked back to the table and wiped away the leftover dry tears off of his cheeks, and kissed his forehead, "want me to stay down here?" you asked. He nodded his head and leaned against your shoulder. Quickly after that, he fell asleep on you while you rubbed his scalp, easing tension.

Friends, once again.

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Georges POV...

I woke up and found no one next to me.

"Where's y/n?" I thought to myself. I walked downstairs hoping to find her.

She's not in the living room, she's not in the kitchen, she not in the-

I looked over to the table and sighed in relief to find her awake reading a magazine while Fred was passed out on her shoulder.

Our POV...

You looked up, making eye-contact with George and smiling, "Morning Fireworks. Sleep well?" you asked. He nodded in reply and went to sit across from you and Fred, "I see you two made up. Was he tired, or did you give him a pill?"

You chuckled and shook your head, "No, he was just up late"

"Speaking of late- how long have you been down here?"

"Since 4am, what time is it?"

"It's 7, but you must be exhausted darling"

"No, I'm fine- but could you get me another magazine I've been re-reading this one for the past hour" you giggled. George got up and got 4 more magazines for you to read. You thanked him and put them in front of you, before beginning to read one. You felt his gaze on you, practically burning through your skull. You turned your attention to him, "You alright?"

"Yea' I just really want to pour water on his head" He said. You laughed- looking at Fred, "You can if you want, as long as I'm not part of it," George got up and filled a bowl with water from the kitchen sink. He tip-toed behind Fred and positioned the bowl over his head before pouring it all over him. Fred jumped up after grunting in agony and shook his head rapidly, removing some water from his hair, "Bloody hell mate" he groaned. You laughed and returned to your magazine.

Fred got up, still shaking his head like a dog in the rain. He went upstairs to take a shower while you and George made breakfast to get ready for the day. George was never good at making food- but you let him try anyways. It's the thought that counts. He was in charge of eggs while you made pancake batter.

As you stirred, the batter spilled a bit on the counter- but you figured you'd clean it later. You turned around hoping to see a clean stove top, and yellow scrambled eggs in a pan, but found George standing there. There was one broken egg on the stove top that had missed the pan. It was just sitting there...

He was aggressively smashing the eggs with a spatula making a much bigger mess than you had prepared for. You just stood there in amazement while he smashed the burned eggs consistently as some pieces flew in the air.
(this is so funny to me i literally couldn't stop laughing)

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"erm, George..." you stood there waiting for his response. He didn't turn towards you, he kept his eyes on the eggs, "Are you taking your anger out on the eggs George?"

"No, i'm fine. They look delicious don't they?" he asked sweetly.

"Y- yes they look spectacular. I can't wait to taste them," you replied trying not to laugh- he was too pure for you to ruin his happiness. You finished the batter and cooked the pancakes, making sure you used a different pan than George did. After yall were done it was around the time that everyone woke up. You put two pancakes on every plate, and sifted powdered sugar on top.

To finish your plates you put a few fruits on, and around the pancakes. George used a big plate to place his eggs- he said he wanted them to be the center piece so everyone could see their beauty. You giggled and agreed, as he placed the plate in the middle of the table.

You set the table to look nice- even with his burnt eggs as the center piece. The dining table had a white cloth laid out and everyone's plates of food in front of their seat with napkins and silverware beside them. As well as their preferred drink- you know everyone's favorite.

You suspected people smelt something because everyone ran downstairs- Molly and Arthur were out of the house. You sat in your seat, which was next to George. Everyone found theirs and immediately began eating and telling you how good it was.

"Who made the eggs?" Ginny laughed.

"I am the proud parent of this delicious dish" George replied. Everyone giggled including George, and returned to eating their breakfast.

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This was kind of a filler chapter ngl- mental health has been getting in the way but i'm trying to keep up. The next chapter is gonna be juicy.