Chapter 22

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"Ok, just a minute."

"It's already been a minute, darling. If you don't open the door I will."

"Fine." you held your hand to the wooden door of the burrow. You were visibly nervous. What if they didn't like you? Or if they were scared of you and wouldn't look you in the eyes? You looked back up at George, who was smiling at you supportively, and those worries melted away. Or at least they became weak enough for you to push through. 

"Wait, should I knock or just open the door?"

"Oh for gods sake, Lestrange!" Fred pushed in between the two of you and opened the door. The house was filled with chaos.  People were running up and down, screaming at one another.

"Mum! Fred and George are here!" Ginny screamed across the room"

"Oh!" You heard a woman, who you supposed was Molly, run through that kitchen and to the door.

"Welcome home dears." She hugged the both of the twins. She embraced them for a moment and let go the moment she saw you. 

"And you must be y/n! Oh it's fantastic to meet you!" She threw the boys aside and embraced you tightly. After, she let go and took a step back to see the three of you together. you stepped toward George and took his hand. 

"Thank you for having me, Mrs. Weasley. I'm really excited to meet everyone."

"We're all excited that you're here. Georgie sent us a letter yesterday all about you."

"All good things?" You were scared about what he may have written. 

"Wonderful things. Now come inside! Put your things by the stairs, you can bring them up once rooms are sorted out." You and the twins picked up your things and brought them to the bottom of the stairs. 

"What now?" You looked up at George. He looked back down at you and smirked. 

"Oh no."

George dropped his case onto the floor and picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

"GEORGE! PUT ME DOWN!" You wouldn't admit it, but you were having fun. George was laughing, Fred was just amused. He laughed and walked off to the kitchen. 

"Time for the grand tour!" George ran up the stairs, you still on his shoulder.

"Holy shit he is so strong..." you were blushing and smirking, nasty thoughts infiltrating your mind. 

"You're stronger than you look, Georgie," you could tell George enjoyed the compliment. "But if you don't put me down, my skirt will fly up. And if the happens, I will hex you so that you grow horns and a tail!"

George opened a door on the upper floor, and threw you onto the bed. You quickly sat up to make sure your skirt hadn't flown up.

"And this must be your bedroom?" you looked around at every corner. It was a small room, not smaller than you had known. There were two twin beds and a dresser in between. 

"Freds too." George flopped next to you on his bed and lied down, hands behind his head.

"Do you know where I'm staying?" you lied down next to him and cuddled. 

"Sadly, not here. We can fix that later tonight. You will probably sleep with Ginny and Hermione."

"and who's with you?"

"Nobody shares a room with us. We're high risk roommates." You rolled over and laid on his chest. 

"You're really strong you know."

"Irrelevant, but true."

"No. Its relevant because now you have to carry me to Ginnys room."

George hopped off the bed and picked you up, bridal style. 

"Her room is down the hall. Should we get your bag first?"

"yeah good idea." You moved your feet so you could get down and grab your bag, but George just held on tighter.

"And where do you think you're going, princess?" 

"those nicknames just keep flowing, huh?"

"It's a gift." You both laughed. You and George turned your heads to the staircase, but once you looked you saw his entire family at the bottom. Some giggling, well everyone giggling except for Percy. Apparently, Harry, Hermione and Ron arrived at just the right time. 

you waved to them with your one free hand.

"Hey! Good to see everyone. Hermione, I'm loving your jeans."

Fred snorted.

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