Us ; George Weasley

One-hundred and twenty-five

"Guess who." I whispered in George's ear as I came up from behind him and placed my hands over his eyes.

He chuckled and hummed as if he was thinking about it.

"Oh I know... hi Alicia."

I gasped and removed my hands while he laughed and turned to look at me.

"That's not even funny." I told him, trying to act mad.

"Why not? Alicia's nice."

"Yeah I know." I folded my arms over my chest. "But she was still your first so it's not funny."

George simply smiled at me and reached up, grabbing my hand before he pulled me over the bag of the sofa, making me shriek as I landed in his lap.

"You know you'll always be my favourite." He smiled and tapped his fingers against my temple, running them down to my jaw.

"Your favourite kisser?" I asked and he nodded, humming while his eyes scanned my face. "Your favourite sex partner?"

"Of course."

"Your favourite... cock sucker?"

George laughed but nodded again. "You're my favourite cock sucker too."

I have no idea why but I totally loved hearing him say that.

"That's good." I smiled. "Now... I have to tell you something that happened after appirition."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah... so, my uncle wanted to talk to me about my hand and then I confronted my dad about the Umbridge situation but then Pansy entered the Great Hall and the girl had the audacity to call him papa."

George raised his eyebrows in surprise, his lips forming an 'o' as he watched and waited for me to continued.

"She told me it was because she thinks it's a shame that my siblings and I don't call him that. She assumed he was from Spain because he's Hispanic but he's actually from Colombia." I explained. "And I get that calling your father papa is not a Hispanic thing. I know that people use that all around the world, but it's the fact that he's not even her father and she's known him for four months and is already talking to him like he made her or something."

I rolled my eyes at the thought and my eyes landed on George who was still watching me, his fingers caressing my jawline.

"I sound jealous." I sighed. "I don't want to be that person who gets jealous because her stepsister is closer to her dad than she is."

I yawned and clamped a hand over my mouth while looking up at George.

"I wouldn't blame you if you were." He said. "Looking at the bigger picture, it makes sense."

I sighed and got up, throwing a leg over his waist so I could straddle him instead of laying down.

"I love you." I told him, placing my hands against his chest.

He smiled and placed his hands on my hips while leaned his head back against the sofa.

"And I love you."

"Yeah, but like... I love you more."

He let out a laugh, his eyes meeting mine.

"I knew you were competitive but competing as to who loves who the most?" He asked. "Because if that's what we're doing... I win."

"No, you do not!"

George clamped a hand over my mouth and sat up straight, his other hand going to my back to support me so I didn't fall onto the floor.