Wonder Wizards (Fred/George Weasley x Reader)

Out of Character

2am.

The clock in the living room ticked by, every second dragging on for an eternity. The golden arm labelled 'George' had been firmly held on 'In transit' for the past hour. Hopefully he was on his way home.

Despite yours and Fred's new confessed love for one another, you thought it would be best to top and tail with Ron in his bed. Considering your fragile relationship with George, you didn't want to stay in their room, plus you can only drag your trunk up those stairs so many times.

Earlier that night at 9pm, everyone went to bed early, backs and shoulders sore, worn out from cleaning the shop. This left you and Fred alone on the couch in the living room eagerly awaiting (and dreading) George's return. The hours passed by and still no sign of him.

You were sitting on the couch nibbling the skin at the corners of your nails, legs bouncing anxiously. Fred had fallen asleep, his head in your lap with his long legs curled up, he only just about fit. You thought your unstoppable leg bouncing would wake him up, but once Fred was out it was near impossible to disturb him.

Looking down at him, your racing heartbeat calmed at the sight of his peaceful sleeping face. One of his arms was drooped lazily over your thighs, the other lost somewhere underneath him. His lips hung slightly parted, pursed from the contact with your thighs.

You ran the hand you weren't chewing through his hair, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. He looked like a work of art, but he would probably oppose that if he saw himself. The only noises you could hear was Fred's soft breathing and the odd creak from the old house.

3am. Still no George.

Your eyes were stinging, a good rest was calling your name but your whirring mind and racing heartbeat told you no. The clock only gave you the tiniest bit of comfort, knowing that he wasn't in mortal peril. However you still worried about where he was, more importantly where he was with her.

You found it odd how quickly George's whole demeanour changed, like someone flipped a switch. Everyone has their bad sides, but you never thought in a million years George could be so awful, particularly to someone he claims to care about.

"We fucked you for the first time less than a week ago and you think we're in a relationship. Like we're in love with you?". 

"Like she said. We despised you, that doesn't change overnight".

His words rang in your ears. It didn't make sense. He was charming and caring, not cruel or vicious. You couldn't wrap your head around why unexpectedly he acted like he hated you. It was painfully cliche to claim it was 'out of character' for him, but in all honesty it was.

Your mind flicked from your spat with George to your moment of admission to Fred. Did you really say you loved him? Your stomach bubbled, feeling nauseous at how quickly things were moving. You had always thought he was cute, sure. But loved him? And he said he loved you. Maybe it was too soon for such a confession.

You slid to the side of the sofa so Fred's head gently dropped onto the cushion where you had been sat, grabbing a blanket Molly had lovingly knitted to drape it over him. His tall lanky figure made the couch look small, smaller than usual.

Your hands and legs were shaking as you lightly stepped to the kitchen, having to get a glass of water to calm yourself down. Your brain pulsed with a headache you were giving yourself processing the events, if only your first year self knew what getting involved with the Weasleys entailed further down the line.

Taking a large gulp of cold water, you ran your thumb and index finger along your undereyes. The dark circles felt like they would hit the floor, already knowing how bloodshot and red your tired eyes would be.