Us ; George Weasley

One-hundred

When we got off the train, I begged and begged until George agreed to giving me a piggyback ride to the carriages, so currently I was sitting on his back as we walked.

Fred was carrying his bag for him and I had my own bag on my back.

Carrington and Marco were talking and Lee was complaining about how fast everyone were walking. After all, he is the shortest one and the one who has to keep up with everyone else.

"Am I too heavy?" I asked, resting my face against George's neck.

"No–"

"Because if I'm too heavy, you can put me down and I can walk."

"Shut up."

I rolled my eyes and planted a kiss on his skin,

"Yes daddy." I whispered and he immediately tensed up at my words, clearing his throat to act like it didn't effect him.

He slowed down until Lee had passed up, grinning to himself about being faster than George.

"Allie." George said in a low and warning tone as he put me down and turned towards me.

"What?" I asked innocently, looking up at him with a grin plastered on my face. "What's the matter, my love? You look a little... tense."

"Just you wait." He said as he started walking backwards with me walking in front of him. "You know what you're doing, Alliandra."

"Is that so, carrot top?"

George squinted his eyes at me and let out a breathy laugh through his gritted teeth.

"You're really testing my limits right now, Miss Silverberry."

"I can't call you carrot top?" I pouted. "How about Ginger? Highlander? Tampon top? Ooh... tampon top's a good one!"

George stopped abruptly, making me walk straight into his chest. Then he crouched down and before I got to react, he had pulled me over his shoulder, making me scream in fright.

"George Fabian Weasley!" I yelled. "You put me down this second or I won't hesitate to tell your mother!"

"I'll put you down once you apologise for calling me tampon top."

"Never." I scoffed. "I've come up with a better one too. Fire crotch. Yeah, that fits you perfectly. Fire crotch!"

"What're you two doing?" Carrington asked as we caught up with the rest of the group.

"Yeah, what are we doing, George?" I asked, hitting him in the back.

"She hates being carried." George explained. "So I'm doing exactly that until she apologises."

"Apologises for what?" Fred questioned.

"For getting him riled up by calling him daddy." I said, rolling my eyes.

Silence.

"Ahhh, the good old daddy issues." Marco said with a sigh. "You've got those."

"I do not have daddy issues!" I exclaimed. "William has daddy issues, I don't."

"You both do."

"Oh piss off."

"That's not— you made fun of my hair, Alliandra." George said and I could basically hear the pout on your face. "That's why I need you to apologise."

I groaned and hit his back again.

"You know I love your hair, Georgie." I said. "But if you keep calling me Alliandra, I'll keep making fun of your hair."