Chapter 21

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"Where are you going for the holidays, y/n?" Luna asked you as she packed her clothes into a small suitcase on her bed.

"I'm going to George's home. I'm a little nervous, actually." You just finished packing, you just needed to squeeze everything shut in your suitcase. Most of the other students had a chest of sorts, but you needed a small bag when you ran away. Luckily, you were a tad more advanced than the others and knew how to pack large amounts of clothes and food into a small case. Mum did teach you more than curses.

"I'm sorry I couldn't have you over to my home. It's too small, and we didn't quite prepare. But next holiday, I'll make sure we have prepared properly. I promise." Luna turned to you and held out her pinky. You giggled and gave her your pinky.

"Thanks Luna. Have a great holiday!" She picked up her case and left the room. All you needed to do was pack up Kiki's things and drop her off at Hagrid's. He said it may be easier for you to travel without an animal, but you knew he just loved Kiki and wanted her around.

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"All packed up?" George said as you walked out to him in front of the Hogwarts express.

"All packed up." You said confidently and showed off your suitcase. It was brown leather and around the length of a large pillow. Dumbledore said you needed a step up from the small backpack you used to travel to the school.

"It's great you're coming, y/n! We needed a new tester for some of our fancy snacks. Our family's onto us." Fred came up from behind you and stood next to George.

"If you try anything, I'll hex you." You glared at him, you were serious. Fred's eyes widened as he slowly stepped backward with his hands in the air. He ran into the train.

"Shall we?" George nudged his head toward the train doors.

"Let's." You walked next to him toward the train.

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Once you two boarded the train, you walked down the aisle trying to find the room Fred and claimed already. As you woke down the aisle, all the students heads followed you. But it's as they say, all press is good press. At last you found the room Fred was already sitting in. Well, he was lying down, stretched out across one of the seats.

"This is mine. I need my beauty sleep." Fred wiggled in the chair and closed his eyes. You and George looked at each other and sat down on the other seat. You sat next to the window, and George sat down on the other end. He put his feet up on the seat, taking up what was left.

"Are you comfortable enough, or should I move?" You glared at him, amused.

"That's sweet but I'm fine." He smirked and tilted his head back.

As the train began to move, and by the time the trolly lady had passed, Fred had shot up from his seat and pulled out an assortment of snacks and pranks. You hoped he would confuse them. You looked at George, who was beginning to get sulky that you still hadn't asked him to cuddle with you.

"That doesn't look too comfortable." You shifted over and looked at him.

"It's not." He golden his hands without looking at you.

"Grumpy."

"Well then you wouldn't mind coming over here. Unless you wanted to stay-"

George jumped up and fell onto you. He snuggled up against you, but he was so tall you were just squished against the wall.

"Back up, babe."

"No."

You pushed against him and sat him up against the chair. You lifted your legs from the ground and folded them underneath you. You leaned against him and intertwined hands.

"Tell me more about your family." You looked across the seat at Fred.

"You get the basics. 5 siblings, not including George." Fred sat up.

"Our dad works for the ministry of magic. In Muggle artifacts. So he's obsessed with all things muggle."

"The exact opposite of my family, this is going to go great."

"It will go great. You're witty, and adorable, and my mum especially is going to love you." George turned his head downward to meet your eyes. You were smiling and blushing.

"Thanks Georgie." You lifted yourself up and kissed his cheek.

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